Endless Blue

May 21

Eric and I float lost in a world of blue, hundreds of miles from the nearest land. Before this voyage, our understanding of the color blue was so inadequate. The deepness and richness of the color of the ocean will never be properly portrayed by pictures or films. Only here, where our crisp white sails are the only thing that slices through the endless blue can you understand.

Yesterday we stopped the boat and Eric and I quickly made our exits and dove overboard. The water is crystal clear and entirely void of anything except the strong rays of sun which penetrate deep into the unknown. We dive as deep as our ears can stand the pressure; columns of light shine straight down like pillars holding up the ever-shifting floor upon which our boat sits.

We had our first successful pirating expedition which yielded us the makings of an exquisite lunch, later to be prepared by Matt. On the tip of the horizon we saw the catamaran carrying two Frenchies sailing toward us. With climatic music blaring from the speakers, we raised the Jolly Roger, and circled our new acquaintances. They threw us some Mahi Mahi they had freshly caught and soon disappeared again.

Jonathan