(Underway, 168 Nautical Miles)
We’ve consulted the charts, triple checked our Navionics, and even remembered to carry the two, by all reasonable accounts it looks like tomorrow will be the day we finally see land! It’s weird to think that this offshore life we’ve become so accustomed to is going to end, but it’s oh so exciting to move on to the next chapter!
Coming to land means a lot of things: no more night shifting, sitting in a quiet anchorage, meeting new people and old friends, fresh produce, etc. The most important thing for a certain blonde-haired boy I know, is not what’s happening above the water, but what’s going on underneath. As we approach Fatu Hiva the ocean floor will rise from its unfathomable depths of well over 13,000 feet, jumping to six, four, and two thousand feet in quick succession. It’s at these underwater banks that the fish like to congregate. Fish that Gregory is incredibly keen to catch.
Like any anchorage, we don’t want to arrive at our upcoming one in the dark. It was for this reason that I thought Gregory had started to calculate our expected ETA at Fatu Hiva. Silly me, he wasn’t concerned with matters that far in advance. What he really wanted to know is when we’d be going over two large banks that lie 40 miles off the island. These banks sky-rocket from 9,000 feet to a shallow 59 feet. Prime for fishing. Problem is, at our present speed we’ll be passing them at night. Bummer for Oceanna’s fisherman, but I’ve promised him there are loads more fish in the sea.