28th October 2001
I had to give in and ask for an omelette. Sunday’s treat of pig trotters and bones in kidney beans was just too much. I thought I’d taste it first and so served up just one piece on my plate, unfortunately the piece I chose was literally just skin and bone, so I picked another piece out of the pot. It was then I realised that it was all like that. I glanced around and saw that the officers were tucking in to the skin and fat and sucking all the goo from the trotters with gusto. My stomach contracted into a tight fist and stuck up two fingers to the food on my plate. No dice.
I spent most of the afternoon reading and then sat out on the bow in the hope of seeing something, anything, a whale, a shark, a sunfish, even another boat would have done. All I saw was water but it was a nice day and the sun was shining, and so there were much worse places to be.
More Atlantic chewed up and spat out by the old propeller of the Santa Maria today; a bit closer to the Azores as a result.