Jop got merry hell from Skipper last night about sleeping, sitting down all the job – “You’re a god-damned chicken.”
Last night was comparatively warm and we made good time under four lowers. Today we almost set storm trisail, but the wind hauled and slackened just enough.
However, the main was doused and the peak halyard repaired. A 7000 ton American tanker crossed our bow half mile away this morning, heading for the Chesapeake. Waves continually broke over us today and it was just like having icicles come hurtling at you.
We are now out of the Gulf Stream and the air has a nip, a cold snap is to be expected. At noon we were about 200 miles south of Montauk Point with a NW x W course and a westerly breeze. The seas calmed down in the afternoon and for about two hours we had no wind at all.