| Change of plan. We are now heading to one of the
British Virgin Isles. Discovered by Columbus and named after one thousand
Virgins. I can just imagines called so as this is what he promised the new
world to be like. Our navigation system appears to be working again so the
captain suggested the Island. We have very little information on it, but we are
going. I did a quick medical check up on the team. Everybody is reporting
severe fatigue. Standing upright is a difficult task. I had to do a "cabin
call" on Andriy who was too fatigued to leave his bunk in the morning. The
rolling seas not making it any easier. Their blood sugars are all low.
Constantin explains that he is going through a "crises". I shake my head as I
enquire "How many of these "crises" times can you survive Constantine?". This
is now the third one. The first being on the 2, 3rd days and then again on the
17th day. He states that it is good for his body and it will last one or two
more days. I mention to him that I see patients in hospital on a daily basis
with some "crises" and they die. He just smiles and points to the layer of skin
around his stomach as to say that he still has some reserves left. I just see a
thin layer of skin. I am once again worried that something may happen to one of
them. I stare out over the rainy grey desert. Hopefully land will come soon.
Any land. |
