Hours after the sun had risen, with the sails set and monitor wind-vane steering the boat, I went into the cabin to fix myself some breakfast. I pulled out three kiwis, a bowl, knife, cutting board, and a spoon. Braced against the counter with the boat crashing through the waves, I sliced the first kiwi in half and placed the two halves into the bowl. Just as I was about to cut into the second kiwi, THWAK! The noise startled me and I darted through the companionway to see what had happened. The monitor wind-vane failed to keep Daphne on course, and the boat tacked. The jib was back-winded and quickly turning the boat even more off course. I released the jib sheet, spilling the wind, and sending it into a loud, luffing, frenzy. As it luffed and flapped in the wind, it was an agitated voice, sounding off threats that there was more to come.
The wind built stronger and stronger and for the rest of the day I scampered about the deck changing sails, setting the monitor wind-vane, shortening the sails, resetting the monitor wind-vane, trimming the sheets, untangling lines, coiling, lashing, stowing, so that by the end of the day my hands were scraped, my back hurt, and the kiwi was still waiting to be eaten. It rested quietly on the cabin sole where it had fallen. Without even picking it up, I grabbed the lines I needed to secure myself to the mooring in the harbor.