One thing you quickly learn aboard a boat is that you are never really the master of your vessel—the weather is. Yesterday, we set off from Stanley, the capitol of the Falklands, with the idea of spending several days exploring the outermost islands. We left around 1500, in a cold rain, with a low, overcast sky and arrived at Carcass Island around 1130. It was a rough trip, with sustained winds of 37 knots for hours. A few of the best sailors aboard got seasick. I had slapped another patch on, several hours out, after a downdraft from the sail put out the Reflex stove and flooded the boat with diesel fumes that took hours to dissipate. I felt pretty nauseous almost instantly but kept going on deck for big gulps of cold fresh air, and I think the patch probably saved me, once again. Nonetheless, I couldn’t sleep a wink.