The Captain terms it a regular monsoon. We tried to keep ahead of its leading edge, but were overtaken by midday.
Blackness shrouded us, which added overall to the terror as the ship plowed forward into each oncoming wave. Tomas went out at intervals to make sure that none of the load topside had shifted.
So far, so good.
Throughout the ordeal Elijah maintained his composure and confidence. It was a great reminder to me about where I am to place my focus.
The Captain cannot say for sure when we can turn about, but promises to keep his word by delivering Emil’s container to the port city on the mainland.
Who knows how far we will have to go.