Before that particular squall, a strange looking ship crossed our path. I don't mean a freighter like the ones we occasionally see on the horizon. This was a worn-out stinkpot that looked cobbled together. We did not see anyone on deck, they simply went by us and continued on. It seemed so odd to come across something like that out in the middle of nowhere. It certainly had us asking ourselves questions.
Last night, Rick identified the Southern Cross for the first time. The clouds had dispersed long enough for us to see a star-filled sky that didn't entirely look familiar anymore. This particular constellation is to the Southern Hemisphere what the North Star is to the northern Hemisphere. Songs have been written about it. For Nyon, it's symbolic of how far she's come.
In case you are wondering, when we refer to "a day", we mean from noon until noon. The distance traveled is within that time. Right now, we are on Pitcairn Island time; the Marquesas are three hours behind Pacific Standard Time. As we get closer we are arbitrarily adjusting the time on our clocks so we can be in sink with local time when we arrive in Hiva Oa. It will be one less thing to adjust to.
Position: 05* 12.214' N 129* 04.687' W
Distance: 112 nm
Heading: 238* T
Speed: 3.8 knots