“Men wanted for hazardous journey, small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in case of success.”
--- Sir Ernest Shackleton
Through the night I was tossed around pretty good but still managed to get some sleep. I woke up at 630, drank a quick coffee with only spilling it twice and headed to the bridge. The seas were rolling pretty good but nothing serious. The captain said we were at a force 4 and we could expect a force 8 by dinner time. I have to tell you I was more than intrigued by that. I spent the better part of the day lounging around, eating and more lying around. I think I saw the lazy lives of the Weddell seals and decided to copy it. Sleep, eat, sleep, poop swim and eat. However there is that constant fear of getting eaten by Orca that they have going for them.
The captain and two crew members were just hanging on the bridge doing thier thing. They showed no fear or emotions so that made me man up a little because I was just about to start to get nervous. Bah, kidding this was awesome!
The immediate look in many eyes had gone from excitement and fun to a small sense of “this is pretty serious shit” and "holy crap that last wave was huge". We were paying for our sin of cockiness. Again I saw the crew smiling so I just went with that. This steel gal has been through this and worse many times before. I think a little fear crept into a few who suddenly turned shades of white and or green and rushed off to bed.
The notorious Drake has flexed its muscles and has our undivided attention.