Day 19

Day 19 and the Atlantic decided it was time to test us. From the early hours, the sea started getting worse. Wednesday morning we were being thrown around by 4–5-meter waves. It reminded me of day 2 all over again.

Down below, the admin watch, myself included, had the absolute privilege of trying to cook dinner. I convinced myself that after day 2, I must have developed some sort of sea legs. Turns out I hadn’t. The Atlantic quickly reminded me that I was, in fact, still a liability. So, making scran was a no go from me.
Sea sickness was rife and people were dropping like flies, the best part was trying to cook a meal for people who were already feeling sick, as the majority of people had thrown it up not long after.

Up on deck, things weren’t much better. Water was smashing over the boat, giving it to anyone on watch, getting absolutely soaked through. Waterproofs were getting their money’s worth, although by the end of the watch there wasn’t much waterproof about anyone. Everyone was tired, wet, cold and feeling rough. It was one of those days where you had to stop feeling sorry for yourself and crack on. Mental resilience was being tested.