A far more serious tone today as our arrival in the grand arena now feels real. From the first morning step beyond the galley an unmistakable, thoroughly convincing atmospheric change greets anglers to the subtropics with gentle
warmth, soft and inviting. It is a far cry from the hard edge of the prior three days when the breeze was sharp and the crisp temperatures were quick to bite through our layers; not today.

Today as anglers emerged a sense of purpose was instinctual as final preparations were attended to in many forms. Drags were set, harnesses adjusted, terminal tackle was finally attached - all the finishing touches were applied in
the face of the now obvious inevitable. We have arrived - almost.

And during this final day of travel progress appears exponential as we push deeper into the mesmerizing indigo waters and the sun takes on an imposing character. Within a day a few minutes of bliss soaking in the warm sunshine
transforms into within a few minutes of dwelling in direct sunlight it feels as though one is on the top rack of a broiler oven. The signature tropical sun greets with an admonition to cover up, and temper it's allure with wisdom.

One last night in pursuit of the beckoning Southern Cross before our early a.m. arrival thrusts us into the heart of the game. No warm up, no soft start; this is the show from minute one to the closing bell. We are ready, in every way,
shape, and form. And of course, we pray they are as ready and eager as we are to begin this show on a high note. Tomorrow will tell.

Tim Ekstrom