Blue arrives in the sky this morning. We have traveled 309 miles and the sun is a welcomed sight. Gabriella is moving at 5.6 with the main up two engines running and the storm jib flying it is a lovely morning. Just past midnight more black clouds were still forming on the radar. Rain had been falling all night. This time the clouds split and what happened is a mystery. Ted was at the helm due to the squall closing in. Trevor was arising for his watch and mine had just ended so we were all in the cockpit area. The raging ocean and wind subsided for a moment and then intense madness. The jib cleats were pounding and I could hear the jib being smacked about. The storm had taken over Gabriella and we were poweless to the force of nature in God hands we rested. Fast and furious was the wind Ted looking out saw a white line on the water which had now turned flat. In a moment of time our jib was shedded to peice and we really don't know what hit us and all was now calm. A strange odor was in the air we searched for the source as it smelled of chemicals. Turning up nothing it must be the smell of shredded sail! The air tempature turned warm and humid as it had been very chilly and wet and the stars could now be seen. A sobering peace came over Gabriella. Blessed are we, our mast standing strong, and all bodies well on board. Jesus was with us, He calms the seas, He walks on water.