We're currently 12 miles north of the 70th parallel, in the land of the midnight sun. In other words, it never gets dark. When we came on at 0300, the sun had dipped low toward the horizon, then had hovered there for a couple of hours. But "sunset" was a big tease, with the usual daily ritual going unfulfilled. Instead, after skimming the horizon but never dipping beneath it, the sun began a slow ascent skyward. The low light was warm and radiant.
The breeze had just filled in, to about 12 knots. The opposite watch had set the genoa, but the engine was still idling over. As they disappeared below, we shut the beast down. Ocean Watch lost not a tick of speed, coursing through the barely rippled water at a steady 6 knots.