As George, our witty and highly entertaining friend from Texas stated in a recent update: “On the holy shit scale, it has been blowing ‘Like Stink,’ which in non sailor terms, translates into 22 knots with gusts of 30. No, we are not looking for sympathy. The temperature is still 80℉. It is just that we are getting windburn on our sunburn.” I couldn’t have put it better although, I probably would’ve said merde instead of sh^t —swear words somehow sound more ladylike in French.
Sadly the high winds and our resulting speed also made fishing rather difficult (hey, we'll shamelessly use any excuse we can for our lack of fish), so all we caught was seaweed aside from the "big one" that got away taking took the lure and hook with it--and yes, there really was one on the line (our latest estimate puts it at several meters at least--haha!).