123 miles to go

We are drifting with the current at the moment, helped by a couple of knots of wind.  Tired of motoring, and we're doing 3 knots so it could be worse.  Every now and then we have to motor as the battery gets low, and it's good to have a bit of speed for an hour or so.  What is that poem about a painted ship upon a painted ocean?  That's us, the sea is shiny calm, with big well spaced swells.
We've been trying to identify the (few) birds around - masked boobies and wedge-rumped storm petrels we think.  Full moon at night which is great.