A lot of happy folks here; making no distinction between anglers and crew. The grease calm sea state is nigh surreal but recognized as an occasion to celebrate in whatever form suits the individual or group mind. In this case spirits were elevated and flowing contributing to a lively happy hour and post dinner gathering on deck. Shorts and light shirts were the attire as the atmosphere thickened into the coveted tropical blend and tales of prior adventure expanded into legends dragon slayers would shrink at. Sport fishing at it's finest; I can only hope this level of enthusiasm will follow us throughout the voyage as the theme and closing note of a epic trip.

There is plenty of calculating to do and effort to apply on our end if it is to happen. As most readers following the Royal Star narrative know I am no believer in luck producing consistent results - at least not when I run the boat. Dogged determination and attention to detail have been more reliable in my case. If good luck comes along with the effort we'll take it, and give thanks accordingly.

At least half, if not more, of good luck on the high seas is pleasant working weather however. As such we are paying proper respect on this ride south. While we will take it anytime, anyhow, and anywhere I have to admit that this condition while traveling in the opposite direction would be even better received. We'll worry about that when the time comes though. For now it is time to begin our fishing. Believe me when I say we are all ready. There is nothing better than rolling up our sleeves and launching into action. After a couple of weeks on the beach I am particularly ready to get up in it. In fact my poor crew is probably ready to throw me over the side and let me swim behind the boat for a few miles to burn off some excess energy. Come on fish gods. Don't let us down.

Tim Ekstrom