The drone of diesel engines had given way to the soothing silence of this majestic sailing ship, bowing to mother nature. The pomp and circumstance of festivities before this tall ships’ race had surrendered to the monotonous duties of cadets and crew. I wondered about the bustling deck, discovering the magic of which we had become a part. And as a misty, North Sea morning blanketed our every move, Todd’s energetic face suddenly appeared across my first-morning-at-sea cup of coffee. “We’re in with the crew,” he said.
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