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Day 9: 31°87’N, 75°25’W Winds SSE 15–20, gusts to 30 Skies clear Seas running 5–7 feet

A horrible night The stor rain Everyone was up all night working the bailers Bloay off course, and the self-steerer is shot We’ve taken on water, but the hull see reefed in heavy air, no jib

Day 12: 36°75’N, 74°33’W Winds NNE 5–10 Patchy clouds Seas running 2–3 feet

We have decided to head west for the coast Everyone is exhausted and needs to rest On the bright side, Lish seems to have turned a corner Her back is the issue; she’s still in a lot of pain and can barely bend at all My turn with the needle Lish seemed to have a little fun with that "Oh, buck up, Circuit," she said "A girl’s got to eat Maybe your blood will ;27’W Winds NNE 3–5 Seas running 1–2 feet

Lying at anchor at the e naval vessels, tankers, even a submarine Lish’sher up on deck

A beautiful starlit night

Day 15: 38°03’N, 74°50’W Winds light and variable Seas 2–3 feet

Under way again with fair winds Running at 6 knots Everyone feels it--we are getting closer

Day 17: 39°63’N, 75°52’W Winds SSE 5–10 Seas 3–5 feet

Tomorroe reach New York

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The four of the at anchor; off the port bow, a long sandy line The southern edge of Staten Island, once populated by a dense humanity, now exposed, swept clean, a wilderness

"So, we’re all in agreeroup "Michael?"

Seated by the tiller, he was fingering a pocketknife, opening and closing the blade His face had been crisped by salt and wind; through his beard, the color of sand, his teeth shone white "I told you before If you say that’s the plan, then that’s the plan"

Peter turned to Alicia "Last chance to weigh in here"