With mostly easy sailing conditions, we’ve had plenty of time to fish, tick off jobs on the boat, and read. We’ve caught one delicious medium size yellow-fin Tuna, which gave us fresh sushi and tuna steaks for a few days, and just recently a 55 lb Wahoo, which went into our fish tacos and should have us eating Wahoo steaks for as long as we can take it. After two weeks and 2500 miles in close proximity, we’ve pretty much talked about everything there is to talk about – food, women, ‘when I get to land’, and back to food and women. With those and other important topics thoroughly exhausted, we have now become a floating book club, with breaks for meals, our regular two-hour watches, or to pull in a fish when we hear the telltale WHIZZ of a fish hitting our gear. With our library having been updated in Perth, we have estimated that we can cover the next few thousand miles with minimal conversation, and we are working on a language of hand signals that will eliminate the need for words entirely. With the lack of conversation amongst ourselves, things are getting a bit strange, and everyone on board seems to be more engrossed in their books than is normal or maybe healthy. Rives is starting to act more and more like a hobbit – eating 7 times a day and growing hair on his feet. Jeremiah has picked up a mysterious 1930′s deep southern drawl, Kit has become more and more frustrated that he hasn’t had an opportunity to employ any heavy weather sailing tactics, and I regularly wake up unsure of whether I’m in an Indian slum or still on Carina. I’m sure this is all perfectly normal, though. With a bit of luck, a few days on land, and a couple of beers with friends, we should all make a full recovery to a socially acceptable level of normality.