Jan 21

January 21

So today is not so nice a day. The sky is clear but the winds are building...right on the nose of course. It's noon, we are almost at Staniel Cay [Harvey Cay waypoint] and we have about 20 miles to go before we are off this pounding sea. We are only in 19 feet of water so that is the real reason it's rough. We have only 13 knots of wind but we are still going 4.5 knots into it. Power boaters think this is cool...I don't like it at all.  The best seat is the helm seat and frankly, it's boring there too!  I used to want to drive all the time; now I'd rather do chores. We need Auto back!!

We will be in a sheltered bay tonight and if the day pans out like it's predicted we will be in Georgetown tomorrow before the storm starts.

So, Bruce wants to hear more about the Blue Marlin. Well...at 1107 in the am when neither of us was paying any attention to the rod, the Marlin hit. It took the entire line and we thought maybe we'd [he'd] caught a whale. The rod snapped as he was trying to reel it in and so he had to hold both pieces and hand line it. Took 40 minutes..not bad for an old man. And he didn't even want a pillow for his stomach...but he sure was hurtin' later.

He flipped it into the dinghy on the back deck...we have no gaff...oh , back up. We discussed fishing earlier that morning and we decided that we didn't a] have time,  or b] room in the freezer and since I don't even like fish and wasn't going to clean anything he caught...we wouldn't fish. See, we really weren't ready for one...no gaff.

Thank god it wasn't a 400 lb fish. we're going to have to more pciky about what fish we catch!

After the marlin flipped itself out of the dinghy and off the hook, having bled a little in it, we [he] lamented about the loss. I was glad...it's too beautiful to carve up. We also realized later that the dinghy was deflating. Did he poke a hole in it?? We don't know because we haven't had time to check it.

It's now 6:30 pm and we are waiting for low tide to turn here so we can get off the sandbank in front of Musha Cay. We [he] were admiring all of the houses that rent out fo

Sailing over a coral head

BLue Marlin

Looking down it's throat...beautiful colours

r $300k a week, wondering who would want to rent one and what they would do when we [he] ran aground. We [he] was following our track but the scale was so small he wasn't aware that the channel is only 100 feet wide and we[he] were 90 feet off. SHIT!!!

So we are eating beans and hotdogs [I'm not cooking...too pissed off] and we will wait for a bit of incoming tide to lift our ass off the bank. Wet threw the anchor out to deep water so as soon as we are floating, we will pull off and move. And right now EVERYTHING is annoying. I can hear voices on shore; the wind generator won't stop, and we are not quite sitting on bottom so instead of riding the waves, we are bumping. GRRRRR.  The only consolation is that we may actually be in Georgetown by mid afternoon tomorrow...unless of course the winds increase earlier than expected, from the south, or when we go out Rudder Cut, we.....never mind, I'm not going to say it.  Later.