(Atlantic Ocean – Florida Coast)
There’s something funny about time offshore. Or maybe it’s just all time when dealing with a boat? But here passed another day, I have one picture to show for it, and I couldn’t determine a single distinguishing moment.
The sun shone. The boat moved. And to Greg’s disappointment, the fish didn’t bite.
We had moved in much closer to shore, as the Gulf Stream flows much tighter to Florida and we were trying to stay off the treadmill going the wrong way.
We had settle in quite nicely to our night shifts. Remy: 9 to midnight. Kaycee: Midnight to 3. Greg: 3 to 6am. The only excitement that comes to me now is dodging small fishing boats in the dead of the night.