[password] gypseaheart
[position] 23 06.00S 178 18.00W
[weather] Wind 10-15 knots from the NNW, 0.5 meter seas, 52% clouds, 1013 barometric pressure
[speed] 6 knots
[heading] 230 T
[status] Our blood red spinnaker struggled for 12 hours to drag ten tons of boat through the water like a race horse plowing a furrow in the sea. The light wind danced around the sail with no sense of direction. In the end, the fickle wind deserted the sail and left it hanging limp from the mast. We solemnly lowered the sail and placed it in its dark crypt with the hope that someday soon it would rise again and fly in the sun. Now, the engine is running and the auto pilot is driving us to Minerva Reef 45 miles away.
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