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| Last view of Spain as it slips away… |
The first night watch was upon us.
I had arranged the night’s schedule in pairs tonight: two on each watch for company, team bonding, and as the crew were adjusting to a new routine. The Can Opener and I were on first shift.
I brought out my tome of preparatory notes, settled on the First Mate’s lap under my evening cape and began to expound upon proper watch procedure, duties and etiquette. The First Mate was riveted. He always is.
Quickly, however, it became too dark to read and we each became lost in our own thoughts. We listened to the slapping of the waves against the hull and watched the moon set behind us. Land had long since slipped away.
Every 15 minutes we scanned the horizon for any sign of lights indicating ships, but tonight there were none.
The wind was behind us at a steady 12 knots and all was well.
–Captain Cat
(transcribed by the Can Opener)
The Cruising Kitty 