This is the last article I will write before one of two things happens: my boat reaches Gaza, or Israel seizes it. We hope to arrive on 9 October, having been at sea since 27 September. Last week, Israel abducted the crew on the first Global Sumud flotilla the night before it had been due to land and deliver its aid. That is probably the same point that Israel will try to seize our Thousand Madleens and Freedom Flotilla Coalition boats, too.Our second flotilla has kept sailing amid all the news of what has happened to the first one. We were just off Cyprus, getting ready for a night watch overshadowed by a loud unidentified drone, when we heard Israel had illegally commandeered the two main Sumud boats in international waters. The following morning, I washed a pile of plastic bowls in the sink while checking my phone: one by one, Israel seized the rest of the flotilla.On my boat, this news has only made us more determined. We have work to do: a ship to navigate through temperamental weather with seven people living in close quarters, and aid to deliver. Keeping up with the first flotilla has helped us establish what we might expect, but it has not dented our resolve to continue.At this point of sailing, I’ve settled into a routine. I sleep from 11pm to 2am, get up for my night shift until 5am and then manage another two hours of sleep afterwards, bringing the total to five. More is impossible between the turbulent waves and the constant interruptions of communal living. My bed is a slim mattress above the couch in the common area; I get dressed inside my sleeping bag each morning while someone makes coffee at the kitchenette a metre away. There are aspects of living with six other people on a 40ft boat that take, to put it mildly, getting used to. You can’t stay put anywhere for long without getting in someone else’s way.