They shouldn’t have sent that SMS congratulating themselves on having delayed the start of their voyage until the really good weather. They’d been fishing, sunbathing and slipping along under full main and genaker for nearly two weeks. They had caught so many green dolphinfish that they were drying the surplus for later. Then, during the night of 15-16 January the weather changed. Around sunset, of course.
They handed the genaker and reefed both main and foresail right down before retiring, each to his own hull, and battening down for the 13 hour night, popping up every half hour or so to make sure all was well. Since the rain was hammering down, they had to close the hatches. Max lay down in the ‘hardware store’ – the port hull, with all the multimedia gear – and Emmanuel occupied the ‘living room’.
In the very early hours, Emmanuel was wakened by hammering on the hatch cover of his hull. He open it to find Max on hands and knees (the only way to move around this tiny craft in rough weather) with a cable between his teeth.
“I’ve had enough of this. Let’s boot up your laptop and get on to the net.”
They normally post updates to their blog via their Iridium phone during daylight hours, but they spent the next hour writing – with difficulty because of the movement. By the time they had finished, the wind had died down and the moon was shining again.