Just as if I were on holiday, waking up in a strange bed, I felt momentarily puzzled: Where am I? It didn’t take long to realize that I wasn’t dreaming anymore, that I was finally on the ocean. My grogginess vanished in a heartbeat, replaced with enormous satisfaction. Now, instead of tedious preparation and worrying that we’d never leave in time, I looked forward to an incredible adventure. But my euphoria was short-lived. I soon realized I was to take first shift on the oars. It was 6:00 AM and still dark. The waves outside rumbled threateningly. I yearned to pull the blankets over my head and sleep for another hour. I enviously eyed Colin’s sleeping form as I rummaged for my windbreaker, pants, baseball cap, and cycling gloves. I ate a handful of crackers before reluctantly crawling out of the cabin. A shrill wind whipped through the cables while the waves slurped and gurgled like a hungry monster. I gripped the safety line as I moved about the deck to unfasten the oars. The open-cell foam rubber padding on the rowing seat had absorbed water like a sponge.
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