Swim stop
The day finally arrived; there was no wind. The ocean was calm. The sails were not set, there was almost no current, and the sky was blue. And so, the circumstances were finally right. The long-awaited swim stop was declared.
We were all already soaked of our own sweat so jumping in the water was done without any doubt. Wetsuits were not needed; the water temperature was 28 (!) degrees. We jumped in the water from different heights and with various acrobatic skills. I landed flat on my face, others flat on their belly - but none of us cared. The water was crystal clear. I have been diving all over the world, but there is no place where the visibility can match that of the water in the middle of the ocean. There is around 4 kilometres of water beneath us, but not a fish to be seen. The crew described it as “just awesome” or “deepest wee I ever did”.
After a moment of bliss, a squall popped up behind us. Within minutes we were all back on board. Satisfied with a moment of bliss and a quick shower on deck, normal life reconvened.
