The rain continued to fall, but did not intensify. I breathed out in relief. If a storm were to occur right now, that would not only send us somewhere where we would be lost, but would also put us behind schedule. Based on the planning that us captains have done; we should arrive at the Bermuda Triangle location in about another month. This is not including the possibility that we might dock at somewhere in South Carolina before continuing on our trip. Or we might visit the Caribbean or Cuba after that. I sighed. We were running out of food supply; we have already begun rationing. We could last another two weeks at most. We probably have to go to the Carolinas sooner than I had anticipated.
As I walked deep in thought, Baron threw the rung of rope stairs over the railing. Before climbing down I turned and asked Baron.
"Baron, where's Zarfia?"
Baron looked at me before answering.
