12th of September
2300 zulu, pos. 09 34 S, 125 53 W,

In the night, I woke up from some bad dreams, the sky looked kind of strange, and the sea was weird too. It's hard to explain. I mean, the feelings when you are on the ocean – no matter if good or bad, they are always extremely intense, undisturbed...
What do I do in such moments? I turn my thoughts to the other world, to the times when
 I felt safe. I tell myself that everything is all right, that my situation is not as bad as our Pawel's for example...He was really unlucky sometimes. But thinking about such feats as his (he sailed the Atlantic in a rubber dinghy), one must realize that people who are on the ocean do want to be there...
It's just one of those nights that I feel like having someone to give me a hug.
After some time, the yacht started to roll on the waves somehow differently, in a way that reminded me of the times when I was a small girl and my mother used to lull me to sleep...