Except for the occasional fishing boat, we had little company. We motored until about 11:00 a.m. That's not when the wind came up, by the way, it's just when we couldn't take the sound of the Atomic 4 anymore. Again, Charlie was within minutes of his estimations of when we'd pass each bell, but I think it's much more fun and sportsmanlike to make those estimations under sail. It was warm, and sunny, and the water was flat and calm, and there was nary a hint of wind. And it stayed that way almost all day.
So much for those sea miles.