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Motoring towards Antarctica

By: Jordi Plana Morales

56 metres of steel, wood, canvas and ropes. Three masts dressed with over 20 sails…  The ship lives off the wind, wind is to us what money is to life on shore. Always scan the windward horizon. Always keep in...

December 2022

When the winds don’t collaborate

By: Jordi Plana Morales

Scotia Sea. When the winds don’t collaborate. Pitching instead of heeling. Engines instead of sails A cold and stormy night. Just a few dark hours, but the times when the sharpest lookouts are most needed together...

Wearing....

By: Janke Kingma

Good evening, POS:  58*13,6 S 040*01,1 W COG:  284 SOG:  3.8 kts WND:  SSW 4-7 bft SEA:  3 meter Water Temp: 1.8 Outside temp: 0 Wearing.... We're wearing a lot these days....

December 2022
December 2022

Scotia sea keeping us busy

By: Janke Kingma

Good evening, POS:  57*17,1 S 035*12,6 W COG:  207 SOG:  3.7 kts WND:  WNW 4-5 bft SEA:  3.5 meter Water Temp: 2.4 Outside temp: 2 The Scotia sea is keeping us busy. The morning of...

Sheltered in South Georgia

By: Janke Kingma

Good evening, POS:  54*31,4 S 036*04,4 W COG:  At anchor @ Moltke Harbour SOG:  0.0 kts WND:  NNW 3-7 bft SEA:  0 meter SWL:  0 meter It's been a few days since the last writing....

December 2022

The moods of the Scotia Sea

By: Jordi Plana Morales

Calm if you are lucky, often temperamental, sometimes angry exploding in sudden and raging squalls. Always moody. The Scotia Sea, with a well earned reputation of stormy and cold water s. 17th Century sailors...

The kobolds are back

By: Rupert Krapp

Leaving South Georgia. Scotia Sea On our second full day at sea, things are starting to happen during the night watch, things that could only be attributed to mischievous forces at play. And since we all knew...

December 2022

Leaving South Georgia. Scotia Sea

By: Jordi Plana Morales

Last night during the watches, first time for many to hear and even smell the breathing of the seas mighty creatures crossing our path. From lookouts to steersmen we lean over the railings listening to their blows when now and...