Hermit Islands

On approach to the Hermits, four days and nights of frustrating but rewarding sailing, the breeze came on the nose two days ago, NW, Hmm, we must have forgotten this months sacrifice to Huey.
All is well despite a busy night with squall after squall, if I remember correctly the French call the Doldrums the “Pot au Noir” or was that a coffee I ordered, no matter, I understand what they mean it was a menacing sky last night to say the least.
Bit of a tight pass to negotiate this morning then looking forward to dropping the hook somewhere flat. More coffee needed!
Pot au Noir Sir?

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