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Edmund Blackwell | Week 4

Edmund Blackwell | Week 3

by | Aug 25, 2024 | The upper

The night envelops the Sovereign Gale in a cloak of darkness so thick it seems to swallow sound itself. We sail under a moonless sky, and what has unfolded since dusk has been nothing short of a living...
Edmund Blackwell | Week 4

Edmund Blackwell | Week 2

by | Aug 18, 2024 | The upper

There is a grey light spilling through onto the table and ledger today, the engine below gives a rhythmic hum but if not for that, it would be silent around us. Even the wind is mute. While I would normally pen the coordinates of our location into the logbook...