The waves without being very large were approaching almost across the boat. Looking out from the wheelhouse we saw how a gray sky joined in the distance, in an indefinite line of the horizon, with a leaden sea covered with waves and white foam. Luckily this was done inside the ship as it has an excellent covered wheelhouse. A somewhat depressing situation if you are also the cook and saw how the work of making meat in the saucepan, trying to maintain balance and not hurt myself in any of the lurching, was going to finish feeding the fish. This is how sitting at the table, with a plate of food on a non-slip folder, I became the only one on board who showed up for dinner. You could tell that he had experience in adventures of all kinds, some of them true feats that test a person's mettle, such as doubling Cape Horn in a kayak. Luckily he continued to steer as such, while cleaning the instruments. Another of the tough ones, the kind that never decomposes, said: 'The Drake made me lose my virginity it's the first time he's vomited.' To all this, during the morning, the helmsman on duty did not have time to release the steering wheel and left everything adorned with the last meal he had eaten. The situation was not the most pleasant: one of the crew members and a great friend with whom we spent hundreds of adventures together, was for a couple of days in the bunk in a situation that those who sail call 'dead', is say: not fit for anything.

On one of the watches, crossing the Drake Passage in the direction of the South Shetland Islands, I was wondering, among other things, 'How did all this start?'.

The story was published by the Barcos Magazine and has especially its testimonial value of that moment, which means that many things have changed and are not reflected in the present work. This voyage carried out aboard the 'Callas' sailboat owned by Jorge Luis Trabuchi, was carried out between January and February 1994.

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