Day Thirteen of Indian Ocean Row
“Shark!” cried James suddenly.
I felt a pang of instant excitement rush through me.
“…or a whale, or something!”, he finished.
Pang lessened but still nice to see a whale. I opened the cabin door and shouted Billy and Robin of the possible toothy sighting before standing up and staring intently at the spot James was pointing at.
“Dorsal fin sticking out of the water just over there” James confirmed, still pointing.
We stood and stared for a while at nothing before eventually silently agreeing that whatever it was was now gone. We decided it probably was a shark as the whale would have spouted whale snot when coming up rather than the sharks more fishy breathing skills.
So, I may have just encountered my first wild shark, but I guess I’ll never know.
In other news, yesterday, today and tomorrow was supposed to be our respite from the bad weather as the winds are lower, however we now appear to be stuck in some kind of eddy, or negative oceanic current as even without any wind we are being dragged back at between 1 and 3 knots, meaning that even when we are pulling really hard on the oars, we are only making fractional headway. It’s yet another kick in the teeth, another bit of bad luck, and another frustration that has plagued this campaign. However, morale is good, we are all very frustrated, but we will keep at this and we will make it across the Indian Ocean.
Forecast for weather does not look good for us after Thursday, but fingers crossed thing will change for the better. Surely they have to, right?