When I awoke from a dreamless sleep several hours later, it was to an entirely different world. As I eased behind the wheel to start a new watch, it was immediately apparent that the wind had backed and freshened, and though it was still shorts-and-T-shirt weather, the night air was cool and wonderful. Straddling the helm, the view forward of the North Star through the rigging was crystal clear. To the west, a rising half-moon cast shimmering orange reflections over the sea. For a brief dramatic moment, we appeared to be on a collision course with a little squall line, but it was no match for our split rig and staysail, and we skirted it easily.