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May 6, 2020

Surrounding the ship was a sea of glass, not a ripple to be seen.

Winter South Patrols are like that.

The Crew of the CGC Bristow had eased into the unflinching routine of being underway with their new Captain. Between the chaotic, yet almost predictable cases, they were lulled into that tranquil southern Pacific stupor.

The ocean was their blue canvas, and the mountainous coast of South America was the palette to which they returned every few weeks to refresh.

And with each trip to shore, the CGC Bristow again returned to cut sharp new lines into the tranquil Pacific.