Author: Spike Stone
Location: Underway to Isle de Salut in the Atlantic Ocean
Today was engulfted by thick cloud cover which, unfortunately, did little to mitigate the equatorial heat. The watch schedule pushed on per usual as dreary-eyed individuals rose and fell from deep sleeps. Argos deck was consistently littered with freshly shaved pale skulls. By lunch two more had joined the ranks of the slick-domed shellbacks, one head I had the pleasure of shaving with thick, victorious lightning bolts accenting the back. Few things in this world are more intimidating than a hardened sailing student sporting cranial lightening bolts. The cacophony of post lunch madness was split up by Marine Bio and MTE class with showers following. Hours later clean up ensued after another most satisfying dinner.