My dawn lookout watch was going well. Strong, fresh breeze coming almost straight at us. Spotted a few flying fish. In the distance, an area of flatter water. Odd. Maybe a patch with less wind? Then, faintly at first, a whiff of diesel fuel.
I ran and grabbed Maite, an experienced deckhand. “Quickly, come to the bow. We need to check something”. At first she was skeptical, not smelling anything. Then she pointed, “Oh no, look at this”. Ahead of us was a rainbow coloured fuel slick, probably over 200 square meters of it, out in the middle of the ocean.
Using fish holds as fuel tanks
Just yesterday, Lauren (a food blogger who sailed with us on the first leg of this trip) shared the story that some tuna fishing ships allegedly store both fuel and fish in the same hold (flushing it with se... Read more >