We
witnessed a moonrise between the clouds that looked like a half of
an orange in a magical fruit basket. Then Jim showed me the plankton
sparkling on the waves created by our vessel. Our sails were up and
ready for the wind to get in the perfect direction. I was nauseous,
so I laid down and tried to sleep, but instead I kept hearing voices
and having creepy dreams of creatures coming from the water and
talking in weird languages. I opened my eyes feeling I couldn't
breath, I saw the number 17, in the wind instrument reader, but I was
immerse in the strange dream of the seasickness, fighting with my
mind to stay awake and with my stomach to keep in the little bit of
food I could have for dinner.
Suddenly
the engine made an strange noise, like lion roaring on his lost
battle, hurt and humiliated on front of its group. That was
appalling. But I couldn't help myself staying up there. My body was
shaking, I needed to lay down. In my way to the cabin Jim said he had
to change the fuel filter. Felling bad for not being able to help I
crawled to the bed and passed out. In my dreams I could hear the
engine sounding better and again bad, I also heard Jim's voice like
faraway whisper, asking me if I was OK, or saying he had to change
the filter again, or he needed to transfer the gas from the tank to
the fuel cans, later on he said he filtered it while he was putting
it back in the tank, I know some time of the night he said very
emotional: “We are high speed sailing!”
It
was a horrible night for us, making honor to a February 13th.
I
opened my eyes at 9 o' clock, Jim looked so tired and I was a mess,
the acids on my stomach were killing me, I had to run up to throw
out. Jim looked at me and announce me the very good news that he had
changed course to Dominica. “We have a bad gas and I only have one
filter left, and you are not doing good”. He sentenced.
I
wanted my oat brand bread.
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