IÂ found my sea legs on Friday, November 6, 2020. It was day four of our passage from Put-In Creek, Virginia, to Antigua. Some 750 miles from land, we had left behind the stress of U.S. politics, COVID-19, and the world as we knew it. I felt good.
During the next five hours of my night watch, from 20:00 to 01:00, I checked the sails, instrument readings, weather and sea state every 15 minutes. After completing my 360-degree visual sweep, I hovered over the radar screen, scanning AIS for nearby vessels. Then, I peered into the bilge, all while my captain, Michael, slept.
In between my watch duties, I opened my computer for the first time while sailing. Iâd forgotten to take my seasickness medication, and to my surprise, I wasnâtâŠ