Thursday morning begins with a promising light air, which improves into a light breeze, then a gentle one, drawing the ship forward. At noon a crewman cries "LAND ho!" ... but the mountainous west side of Cephalonia can't been seen from the deck for another hour.
With the 30th, a steady rain beats on the sea and the wind is changeable and useless for sailing ... the storm passes, and steadily a fresh breeze grows from the SW, allowing some real progress. All day the ship turns around the massive island, until through the night the wind blows across the ship's reach - though it is no better than a gentle reach.
The party can't help but notice that there's quite a lot of isolated stones standing out of the sea, scattered everywhere, and as the ship makes its way through the night, the light in the Captain's cabin never goes out. A runner comes to meet the captain every fifteen minutes to take orders to the deck, as she carefully navigates, hoping the maps are accurate ...
|Journey for the last two posts, or four days|
One more post coming.