Underway

And we are off! It took some powerful discipline on our part, but yesterday at last we managed to tear ourselves away from the promises and delights of Hawaii and put to sea for Fiji. On board, we are a crew of five crew, spanning generations x, boomer, and "pre-boomer". There is Fearless Matt Fast (25), Giant Jim Matkin (not a day over 60 it is reported), Restless Rolland Cabana (25, soon on this passage to be 26), Masterful Marcel Schiller (we don't know how old he is, but we do know he has every
hair he was born with and not a one ever out of place), and Captain Crash Cresswell (me, not the oldest but too close to being the oldest at 53). Apparently, we are All Men, which is good news and bad news. (If I could just find a clean spoon my life would be nearly perfect.)

Our fist night was fairly floppy, with too little wind to steady us. No worry, Marcel's pork stew helped us all to sleep. Matt won the sleep contest, sleeping the night away in the v-berth, a full 8 hours, unbroken except for being shaken too early for his watch by one of us waking the wrong guy for the next watch. Morning has dawned nearly windless as we ghost along at about 2 knots about 50 miles from Honolulu. The wind is out of the SE but we are hopeful as the sun rises in the sky, so will the
wind. Otherwise, it will be hot, Damned hot.

Stay tuned for more. I hope to check in with Pacific Seafarers Net tonight so our position will be reported.
C. Cresswell