After three interminable days of a pounding storm at sea, what a pleasure to emerge into sunny days of gentle winds and tranquil waters! That is, until the wind died down completely.
Now the formerly raging seas became like one huge mirror spanning all horizons, with no waves to disrupt the perfect surface of the trackless ocean. As if in a bathtub, Nausikaa floated in the water without rocking. A glob of spit hurled into the water would slowly dissolve with no ocean currents to sweep it past the ship.
Days passed, still no wind. Tensions mounted, and tempers flared. So close to landing in Hawaii, yet Boris and his crew were going nowhere--slowly.