The moon is a tangerine smile, the sky rich with stars.
We see dolphins dancing in phosphorescent waters.
A locust drops into the cockpit and we discuss whether or not to kill it.
By 4 am there are thousands of them and we spend the next day picking them out of our shoes, cups and beds. We hose, hoover and shoo them off the boat.
The challenge of the locusts has bonded us as a team.
Amongst their hard black bodies flutters the tender wings of a butterfly.
I am reminded of the story of Pandora's box.
We have brought hope with us as we cross the Atlantic.
A welcome guest.
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