1st Delivery to Mazatlán

 I helped deliver my friend Mark’s

boat, Wainui, from La Cruz to Mazatlán. 


It was my first overnight at sea. I lost my belly, recovered quickly,  and regained my appetite by 3 am mid watch. Thankfully, there was left over spaghetti and sausages in the fridge for a late night snack. 


My inner naturalist kept record of the biodiversity, I counted over thirty sea turtles floating along and surfing our wave. Some were birdles (birds sitting on turtles). We stood as hundreds of dolphins breached parral to the boat. As the sun rose, I turned back to see if there were any sailboats





aft of us and witnessed a whale tail submerge into the water. 


There’s two images that stick with me. 

In the morning, the water was glassy with the early morning light, fog settled in as a we approached Mazatlán, as a fin surfaced, the shark’s fin s-curved towards the boat and then dropped down under. 


The other as sun set and moon rose and the mask cut the sky is half with the sunset port side and night settling in starboard.

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