Day 9 of our crossing and still being tossed around all day. No wonder we haven't seen anything alive except for the occasional flying fish crashing into the cockpit. The experience can be quite alarming when in the middle of the night you don't know what hit you.

Meanwhile there has been some tension in the galley. Stores are rapidly diminishing making galley duty more challenging and the need for creativity. Earlier today the Gruffalo (aka Micky) was seen with his head buried in the vegetable store, trying to purloin any unaccounted-for potatoes. After a very tense standoff with James and I, we negotiated the loan of one potato from each of us. Beer and wine stocks are also diminishing rapidly and will likely be the cause of the next skirmish.

Sarah and David have stayed clear of the standoff and have been enjoying some marginally calmer sailing conditions before some more windy weather expected tomorrow.