Close to the Fort

15 Meters below us, our anchor moves across the rocks. It scratches and drills into my ears. Breaking away is not an option as the cliffs of the Berlengas are within reach. And the wind, although weak, blows constantly towards the island. We don't get much rest that night. At three o'clock, Daniel goes on deck again. He adds a few meters of chain, adjusts our anchor alarm and continues to sleep outdoors for a faster response.