It's a tougher journey into these waters. I sat down with the crew yesterday and mapped out a schedule so we all have equal watch, although I suspect much of the responsibility for the journey from this point will rest on my shoulders.
Although the crew was receptive to our new timeline, they were somewhat disgruntled and seemed to be in shock for much of the afternoon. They did try their hand at drawing and cartooning, but spent much time scallywaggin'. I hate to see delirium setting in when we haven't even left port, but perhaps it was just their initial shell-shock at the new timeline. After supper was over I lost sight of them as they plunged headlong into the electronic fray of the night.
The beginning of this leg has gotten off to a rocky start as we must stay in port the whole of the independence day weekend. We found rot in the head (toilet) and must stay docked for emergency repairs.
I feel fortunate we found it while in port and nothing toward happened while we were away from land. But I and the crew could have used the break away from dry land, especially the first mate. His hard work over the last weekend will not pay off into a relaxing coming weekend. He and a hired hand from the yard will tackle the rot and make us sea worthy once again.