This morning the winds have died off to 5 knots and we are motor sailing with Orca III in sight just a few miles behind us. Accompanying the light winds are very calm seas, a good day for laundry.
We've been reading The Tale of Despereaux as part of the dinner theater aboard Malachi, some, who will remain unmentioned, are not that interested in story time, but I'm reading it anyway and I think that secretly, they like it. In addition to daily story time, we've been lighting off firecrackers as night falls. Steve is quite the pyromaniac and collectively, we come up with some pretty inventive ways to use up the firecrackers that are intended to spin around on the ground. Last night, we popped two into a glass bottle, quickly replaced the lid then threw it overboard. The bottle glowed bright in many different colours before exploding with the final report. I think Steve is dreaming of launching a pop can rocket far into the atmosphere, but we'll just have to wait and see what they come up with next, perhaps a giant sling shot?