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4am
this final morning as dawn was rising the seas began to ease.
The sun rose and we knew we had made it through what felt like
the longest night of our lives. Everyone looks terrible but slowly
we emerge with new excitement as now we know we have a chance.
It is 150 nautical miles to go, we crawl along until the seas
die enough for us to go for it. We recheck fuel levels through
soaking mitts and then open her up. Slowly the stark mountains
and distant skyline of Greenland emerges. It is now 67 nm away
and we know it will be tight. By 11am land is so close as we weaver
the last few miles amongst all the small iceberg growlers through
the islands towards the small town of Nanortalik, southern Greenland.
The waypoint we have been staring at of 600nm flicks past and
the chill of the icy fjords feels like warmth personified as we
approach the safety of harbour. Everyone on the team has quietly
said their prayers for these calm seas to guide us in and I can't
help but imagine the number of mariners who have said such prayers.
We are all genuinely so so grateful to be safe and are aware that
the seas allowed us through after such an ordeal out there.
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