Day 14

"Good morning Saint Neptune". The life onboard started just as slowly as the sunrise but then...He drank! Out of the blue...he drank. We were still sitting around in the cabin with Goltis and the captain having some discussion going. I did not understand the Russian content, but the next moment he decided to drink. I am so relieved! Life has returned to his veins at 17h50 GMT.
Just an hour or so before we had a swam behind the boat and Goltis shouted to me: "Open your eyes" - I am so thankful for his prompt as I have never seen such a deep blue as this. Staring down at the depths of the Atlantic ocean. It makes me fear - fear that I now cannot go back to grey. And what a dangerous thing this "Life" I feel in the company of starving men.

I have to say it again. I am so relieved Goltis drank today (even if the sea is rough and there are some dark clouds around) Who cares - he drank. Fourteen days later. Not three or seven...fourteen. I am amazed that he is still laughing away in the flickering cabin light this evening. Rewrite the clinical books! It is possible to survive fourteen days without food or water. I cannot wait to see the disbelief in my colleagues eyes when I tell them.

I have not seen any ships in the vicinity today either. Seems that we are quite alone here on the Atlantic.