Yesterday morning one might have thought that a baby bird would have been enough excitement, but it was only the beginning. I was outside for about half an hour trying to take pictures of the rain in the distance while the sun came up. Although I caught some pictures of the petrels swinging on the wind, I wasn't having a great deal of luck with the sunrise because the bright sun made all the pictures come out dark, so I gave up and went inside.
Almost every day in our journey was sunny, calm and picturesque. We were lulled into thinking that it would continue for the rest of our cruise. Dawn arrived with a gathering storm, fringes of Tropical Storm Mick. Bands of rain passed over The R/V Melville, drenching the deployment crew as they sent yet another rosette into the deep.
Almost as an apology for the inconsiderate treatment, the sky presented the ship with a glorious rainbow. Gasps of incredulity were repeated as people gathered to admire and photograph the technicolor ribbons that rose out of the waves and arced across the sea. Sadly, the rainbow faded, but as scientists and crew returned to their duties, their dampened spirits were refreshed by the natural beauty of the South Pacific.