I can regain control of my destiny. I can never go sailing again. Or, then again, I can just hang in here. I am getting a lot of confused feelings. I think it's due to the combination of the Scopolomin and the waves.
Big waves get very depressing.
Little things can really perk you up. A collection of sailboat masts stands out along the green of the shoreline. Now the first break in the long routine occurs. It is remarkable the strength that everyone has brought to this task, and especially so for Ray, for he is the elder member of the crew by at least twenty years. I marvel at how he stands, undaunted and seemingly unaffected, while I sit weary and tired.