Squalls and brownies

The fisherman is pleased. We pull in another big dorado today. Before breakfast. The trick is to squeeze enough 96% spirits into its gills that it gives up (the spirit?!) without a fight. And without too much of a blood-bath in the teak benched cock-pit. But nothing buckets of salt water can't erase.
Besides more fresh fish we have brownies today. Even an easy mix can be exciting when you bake it in a roller coaster. We add walnuts and chopped figs from the Cape Verdes shop.

Squalls! With the night the cooling clouds let go of their loads of water. On the radar we can see them, looking like messy ink blotches lined up in front of us. Mid squall there's no wind, just a confused sea. Otherwise the wind's up to 25, 30 knots to accompany the deluge. The warm deluge. The sea water is 26,7 degrees.