[p]Fluenta2014
[pos] 7 46.1n 170 52.4e
[sp]7.2
[h] 335T
[w]TWS 17 TWD 070T Clear skies
[s] Fluenta and crew has finally escaped the gravitational pull of the city of Majuro and heading towards Wotje.
[END]
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.