During a recent watch meeting, Olivia, our assistant scientist, thoughtfully said, “Mama C can either rock you to sleep or throw you out of your bunk.”

Our first morning anchored at the Dry Tortugas has been very busy.

Since getting on the ship, I have kept a running list of every single song I have had stuck in my head.

The last almost-month on the Cramer has definitely been one for the books.

This week has been literally filled with light: falling stars, lightning, bioluminescence, and the steadily increasing illumination of the menorah.

As we enter our final week at sea, a number of shipmates have been lost.

Hello!! It’s been 22 days on board and my conclusion is that time travels unbelievably weirdly here.

It’s one of the dark days.

Beneath where the lines and masts join to trace the moon’s crescent, we begin our work.

“It’s like you’re afraid you’re going to die, and then you’re afraid that you won’t.”