From Nagasaki, where it rained a lot, I sail and paddle to make it round an outcrop and officially into the East China Sea. The next hop is a crossing of about 13 nm (25 km). Come midday, there is still no reliable wind, but I decide to head out in search of some. I struggle seaward, and about 3 nm from land finally find breeze. Through the middle of the crossing there is sufficient puff to tempt a more ambitious target. I recognise the trap and stick with my plan A: that being the fastest route to land.