Lights and Boobies in Blue Skies

Welp. Saw more UFO's... Or, as the kids call them, "UAPs," or "unidentified aerial phenomena."

We were an hour or two to homeward of the IDL and the night was as clear as they come... If not for the curvature of the earth, we could've seen the lights of Japan.

Instead, we saw weird lights moving erratically in the sky about 5 degrees above the horizon. It is difficult to say how far away they were because it was so unbelievably clear, but by our best guess (my watch partner and I discussed it at length afterward), they might have been 40-60 miles away.

I could see starlink constellations moving in the sky alongside these UAP so no... It was definitely not satellites... They were about half to a third as bright as squid boats, and they had the variety of colors that some blue giant stars have (i.e., Sirius).

The light show continued for almost an hour, and we decided not to call the captain... It's just too easy to imagine "WTF!? You're waking me up for WHAT!?"

He wasn't pleased that the Third Mate and I didn't call him, though, so, should we see them again, we will most certainly call him. I mean... 

When we did tell him the next day, a conversation about the Ununaki and the Younger Dryas broke out (Lizzid People!) so... Yeah. Call the old man to see the funny lights in the sky! Roger that!

I've had a string of really upbeat and positive days, and my previous angst toward the captain and mate for working us watch standers on watch has slowly subsided. In some ways, it has alleviated the slowdown of time caused by taking two sleeps a day, and so I am forced to appreciate the requirement.

That was not the case two weeks ago, but now I begrudgingly must concede - busy busy busy is being much gooder.

I have studied management styles since I first "went to sea," and I've seen some of the worst bullshit imaginable. Demeaning, demoralizing, and deadly. I know exactly what not to do, and I know why not to do it.

But I've also seen very good management, and this company's captains and mates continue to impress me. Even when the unlicensed crew text the crewing guy shoreside, they get cordial responses... I have never heard of that before. Never.

So kudos to them. I've bitched long and loudly about bad management before, so I feel it's important to acknowledge when it's done right.

We have retarded our clocks several more times since the last blog post, and crossed the IDL into the future. I am one day ahead of y'all.

Maybe I've crossed back into my original timeline, and maybe I haven't, but so far the future is warm and sunny.

A 5-meter swell rolled us all night long, and at one point, we hit a few 12-degree rolls and things went everywhere, but nothing like the 30-degree rolls on our way into Tacoma several weeks ago.

We continue to have safety drills, inspections, and the horrific firefighting equipment in the EGL (emergency gear locker, the new moniker for the damage control locker these days) has been completely replaced with brand new gear. 

I was just awarded a $50 Amazon gift card for having the cleanest room aboard during our latest sanitary inspection.  Go me!

Anyway, that's all I got. There isn't much traffic out here; the client has sent us completely around the low-pressure system, so the weather has been perfect, and there are many boobies for me to enjoy while on watch!  As well as pilot whales and dolphin, and one lone albatross... But I do love the boobies.

I must note that I have many videos I'd prefer to embed on this blog, but Blogger has seemingly stopped supporting video in recent years, so I've been trying to take more relevant photos... I'm actually not a Luddite. Promise.