Night remained day with the illumination of the moon at full. Shadows danced upon the hatch covers, outweighed by the glimmering reflection upon the seas. As we spin upon our axis, the inevitable lightening of the horizon begins, bringing a soft hue of pinkish-orange with it. Mountainous tufts begin to darken, losing their glow from the moon’s glittering light, now showing the density of water held within themselves. A small shower escapes the mass of nimbostratus, recirculating the ocean. Strips of altostratus reign in the background bathed by the ever increasing brightness of the sun. The world seems to come alive as a pair of gannets soar past the bridge wing enroute for the bow, their hunting grounds. Off the beam another vessel slides along the horizon, a motionless silhouette almost matching speeds. The upper winds are increasing as the altostratus begin streaking into dances of cirrus. We leave only a minor disturbance in our wake, turbulence soon to settle as we all move through this day of life.