Before the CGC Bristow had passed Cabo the sea had started to change.
The inviting glassy waters of the south had eroded away into the jagged badlands they were pushing through now. Somewhere ahead, an infinite field of whitecaps and heavy winds waited for the speeding ship.
The Captain Alvarez knew this, and wanted to take as much advantage of the calm waters as possible.
There’s a lot of ocean between Mexico and Washington, and her crew was anxious to get back home.
So, her order was to make best possible speed.
Even if it tossed the ship a little.