Today we find ourselves as nothing but a thimble of gimbals, tilting amongst the crashing waves of the vast ocean.

As I write this blog, we are hove to on a port tack, in the midst of a blustery gale with easily 15 ft waves in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean - an experience few people have, but none will easily forget.

From the day we step foot on the boat, we began our journey to becoming sailors.

“Who would have thought that a small, volunteer deckhand position that I started at 15 would lead me to this ship, my dream, and all of you who I now call family” - A thought I had while on watch the other day.

Dear Mom, and Zoey and Annabelle. I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, but just know I’m thinking of you, and miss you dearly.

As I look out into the horizon, I wonder how these days could get any better.

Dearly Beloved,
I write to you from the beautiful blue of the open ocean.

At this point, everyone onboard knows the science report song, a tantalizing snippet of which is the title of this blog post.

Another busy day as everybody is still getting used to the watch schedule as well as the disorientation that comes with the floor, or rather soles, being constantly in motion.

It has been a busy couple of days and it can be a challenging transition: shore life to a life onboard a sailing scientific research ship at sea!