Yesterdays blow seems to have blown itself out, although there are some squalls knocking around still.
The light breeze dropped to a dead calm with a heavy cross swell, ruinous to the vessel's gear. Ran the engine all afternoon and picked up a night breeze to carry us South.
Yesterday's duster cost us 140 miles northerly set. Too bad.
Oliver still sick.
Trolling for fish. No catch.
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