The sun has come above the horizon for the last time this year, and the world is slowly changing from pitch black to marine blue. The polar night is here and we are surrounded by a polar low on this journey north.
As the blue changes hue, our 11204 gross tonne vessel begin tilting to the port side as the wind pick up. It does begin as something fascinating to the passengers, some laughs and loud voices, but as the wind change from gale to storm the laugh turn nervous and the conversations quiet down.
When it changes from storm to hurricane the deck turn silent as glasses begin breaking in the bar. The 122 meter long ship cringes and an alarm is blaring before the captain order all to sit, or lay, down.
“I’ve lived here all my life, and spent 70 years on the sea without ever experiencing this weather” a local man reveal to me. This is not wind from the ocean, it is wind from the mainland coming at us with gusts between 40 and 50 meters per second.
Extreme weather “Ylva”