A sure sign we’ve arrived in the tropical latitudes – our first flying fish of the trip on deck. With all of the empty ocean around, it’s hard to imagine the poor guy’s bad luck to leap out of a wave directly into the path of the only boat for many, many miles.
On the other hand, the reason the fish was airborne in the first place is likely that it was being chased by a predator. So it was a cruel twist of fate, avoiding the jaws of a tuna or mahi by leaping out of the water, only to not be able to find a way back into the sea.
All’s well aboard.
Day Seven
146nm
23 42.4N 37 49.4W
