SLOW IS GOLD

It’s been blowing 30 knots with rain on and off all damn day. The sky, the wind roaring out of it, and the howling sounds all around are rattling. I don’t go outside unless I have to. I've spent so much of this voyage hiding in the cabin that my skin has turned the pale,...

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