In honor of Finbarr's catch we had flown the Irish flag. Today was my turn to fly the Canadian flag. An uneasy tension pervaded the boat. These pictures are actually taken at dawn. The last photos I would take on board Compromise. In fact the last sunrise I would see from her decks.
My memory comes and goes. . . I had been up now for 7 consecutive days with only 2 1/2 hours sleep. The cracks in the whole edifice were there from the start but on the night of the second, 7 days out from port the wall finally came down. At about 11 at night with both crew down bellow trying to sleap in their bunks I collapsed in the cockpit, crying. I had lost control of the vessel and crew.