There are explosions above me head, but asleep in me bunk telling meself it's a part a me dream, i go deeper into unconciousness...BANG !...BAM !!!
Lord, I Know, I know...I admit it, I know what it is, and that it's gotta be done, and done now, seeing as I'm the only one here.
The breeze was strong, and still comin' on when I left the deck at 01:00, and so I did not tighten the boom's vang because you see, in a stronger blow, you don't need a vang because the sheer power of the wind takes the vang's place, so that the vang's lines and blocks that hold the boom firmly in place so that it doesn't slam around aren't needed, until they are...Kinda like what's happen'n now.
You see, it was the de-escalation of velocity, that of a wind that had gone light, that was causing me and ESPIRITU problems. Of course it had gone light, if it'd blown harder, I'd still be sleeping! Now it's kinda noisy when you're on deck and things are smackin into each other, but below, it's a cannon shot, and I couldn't sleep my way through that anyway. But I don't wanna get up, still half immersed in a dream. My watch says 3:30. OF COURSE ! 3:30!
I can stall, but that I must come to the aid of my ESPIRITU is clear: And I know it. So I locate my headlamp in the dark, then make my way on one leg into the cockpit. No time to pull the other leg on, only because I'm fed-up and in no mood to put my leg on ! Or the stupid harness and tether that connect me to the boat's Jack lines, strong and taut, and running fore and aft, port and starboard...Hell! I can be done at the mast before I even clamp the D___ contraption on !!!
But - just as I owe the boat, so do I owe the guys who painstakingly rigged those Jack lines - that accept the tether, that accepts the harness, that embraces me, and keeps me alive.
So - On goes the harness, clank sounds the stainless steel carabiner and my headlamp shows the way. Water gurgles just past my feet in the black night. Two and a half miles underneath the gurgle lies the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, and just 1,520 nautical miles away to the west, lies Oahu.
I'm dressed in me underwear, am now unclipped and back in the cockpit. We are dead on course for Hawaii, and it's 04:10.
Back to Sleep, Young Man!