As the weather forecasts had predicted, dead on 24 hours and 120 nm closer to Malta the winds started to die down and with it the swell. This time we didn’t mind turning the engine on and were looking forward to a restful and uneventful day at sea, which indeed it was. Add the tuna Pablo caught for breakfast and the fresh sushi which followed for the rest of the day(s), it was all good – all except that I was feeling seasick for the first time – and that in such tranquil condition. Instead of me mending everyone else, for once it was the other way round. In a way a mother’s treat, but I’d still prefer it the other way round.