Impossibly Blue Water Again (Nov 20, 2015)
The landed flying fish tally this morning was the princely sum of 20. Sam had asked me how many I thought he had found, but I couldn’t has a guess. “We could go commercial!” commented Curt.
Impossibly Blue. Overtakingly beautiful water.
The swell had reduced, it is only 3-3.5 m now and with the wind lighter (17-19 knots), the sea feels welcomingly, less chaotic. The second swell, experienced in the last few days, which added to the confused sea, has also waned. The beautiful blue waves are more sedate now and spray is not thunderously dousing the wheelhouse windows, as it has done so recently.
Beaming Live, the Deep Sea News. It is so amazing to hear the live sounds of the sea!
With clear skies, in the middle of the day, our impossibly blue water is back again. You get that in deep water. The water is absolutely beautiful and the hue overwhelms me. Colour does that. The lagoon at Cocos did that too.
More Blue Sea. Just love it! Good thing it is everywhere!
Salt encrusts everything. When you walk on deck, your hands and feet are encrusted, even with your first handhold and footfall. You could eat the crunchy salt right off the railings – should we happen by some strange phenomenon to be low in the pantry! “Original sea salt, brought to you from the Indian Ocean by Whale Song!” I can just hear the ad jingle now. It might just catch on. Perhaps we could go commercial. That we could do.
We are making our way southwards and parallel to Ninety East Ridge, while, as well heading towards Fremantle. We still have sometime before arrival but there are things to see and animals to hear. Reviewing the file of the audio from the pygmy killer whale recorded yesterday, Curt and I listen over and over again with big grins beaming on our faces. The sounds are amazing. They are complex, meaningful and addictive. We want to hear more – we like the sounds of the Deep Sea News.
Close of Business. The visual surveys shut up shop half an hour before sunset but the acoustic surveys continue through the night when we make most of the detections.
Tapping away at my desk in the mail salon, I have impossibly blue water sailing past the five windows behind the dining table on the port side. To starboard, out of Skippers’ favourite spotting window at the stairs, a creased, “tin foil” sea reaches the horizon.
Here’s to hoping we find more cetaceans on this jolly jaunt across the Indian Ocean. The Deep Sea News was relatively quiet last night, I hope that Friday night proves to be more of a wing-ding evening out! Let there be squid!
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