It was 2 am, when Christian was waking me up for my nightswatch. The engine was rattling. Still no more than a trace of wind. „Our tank level shows just half full“ the captain informed me and opened one of the hatches in the floor next to Joni‘s berth. The tank level refers to our diesel day tank, which is supposed to always be full. As soon as the engine is working a pump would constantly push diesel from the keel tank over a filter into our day tank. Exceeding fuel would drop back to the keel tank via an overflow. Even I could tell something was wrong.

We hoisted the sails and cut the engine. The sails were hanging loose, but at least we have not been drifting uncontrollably, but were moving with one knot in westerly direction. Then, we pulled out some tools and instruments, before Christian started working in the bilge. „Ignition on! And off“ he was guiding me. Quickly, he figured that the fuel filter was blocked. That shouldn’t be a problem, as Moya owns a redundant pump system consisting of two independent pumps, each having its own fuel filter and is separately capable to fill the day tank. But after switching to the other pump, it was not working at all. Christian started to replace the fuel filters submerged in diesel clouds. After finishing one pump came back to life, the other one didn’t. Eventually, it must have been dying without notice. The captain decided to also replace the second diesel pump with a spare we luckily had on board. Sometimes it pays off that half of our space in Moya is filled with spares and tools.

It was 6 am when Christian finally went to bed. Half an hour later it has been clattering in the cockpit. I must have forgotten to pull in the fishing line yesterday evening. A small Bonito was on the line, which I was managing to pull in on my own. Joshua was watching. The night was over.

At dawn the slightest breeze was setting in. We are finally sailing again - very slowly, however.