Magical pacific wind on Wednesday

Yesterday morning I took the log into the cockpit to go over the data with the crew. As I went up the stairs I tripped and the binder came apart. Pages flew everywhere. Mai caught most of them, I grabbed a few, but one sheet flew out away from the boat. We all stared as the sheet floated up, down, around and followed us as it seemed to dance about 30 feet away from the boat. And then after about 30 seconds of dancing, a puff of magical wind blew it back into the cockpit where Jared grabbed it.  Not one page was lost but one did taste freedom for a brief while.