Sailing through the ridge. Wake. Martin's light touch on the helm. Crew on the bow. Instruments on the mast: doing 8 knots. Bowsprit. Cutwater. Bird flying away from the boat. Bernardo, on the bow, asks what day it is. "Saturday already?" Whale off their stern. Looks like a sperm whale, maybe. Have to ask my whale-kowledgeable sister. Crow on the bow in flopping conidtions. MH0 clew. Sails fill. "Look at that. Look at that." Partially rolled-up MH0 as a windseeker. Bernardo trims.