Dawn broke, and with it came the first sunrise of the trip. Then things got murky again. But only for a little while. By early afternoon, the sky above was a deep blue; so, too, the azure sea, which was flecked by whitecaps. In the receding distance, the dreaded "marine layer" lurked ominously in the rear-view mirror. But that was the past, not the future. See ya! Overhead there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and Mark took the opportunity to take a sextant sun shot, a requirement of all the Transpac crews.