A Chorus Line

Down at 37 degrees, 10' we're still double reefed and roaring along at 6,5kn. But the wind is pleasantly from just behind the beam, sending "Babette" gently gliding along. The sun is shining and we're out in the cockpit both buried in each our Naipahl paperback.

Waking from these Port-of-Spain images to sounds of splashing, we look around. A herd (pod, school, flock, gang?) of dolphins is coming over to play. Suddenly seven of them, stunningly black and white, jump a wave.

Like a tuxedo costumed chorus line.