As the sun rises over a glassy sea, we have 100 miles to go. It's been the quietest night of the whole voyage, and probably the last. We hope to make landfall late tonight...
The wind has died completely, leaving the sea smooth and free of any ripples apart from Tintin's wake. We're motoring at a steady 6 knots with plenty of fuel still in the tank.
The night sky was stunning, lit by the brightest (almost) full moon I have ever seen. Once it set at 5am, like a big orange disc, the stars became even more dazzling. The brightest were reflected in the sea, while phosphoresence lit up the edge of Tintin's bow wave. Shooting stars of the Geminid meteor shower and lightning low on the eastern horizon. Not a squall cloud in sight.