Jamal’s burgers and chips for lunch at the communal picnic tables was an amiable affair.
-Oh, Steadfast, we met here last winter—I remember you.
-Right. You were the one who sang the 8 minute rendition of “The Wizard of Oz”! Good times.
We’d braved the rolly seas from Highbourne Cay to Compass Cay to be in a secure spot for the big blow coming in on Sunday.
The Babe barfed for the entire four-hour ride. Mama, Papa, the fly bridge, the main saloon and several towels, rugs and blankets took on the odorous reek of VOMIT.
Last night’s pot-luck supper and musical entertainment had us all late into our bunks last night, leaving us all a little worse for wear today. Opting for the easy route of Burgers on shore was a no-brainer.
Even with a finger mangled by the windlass, Dave from "In Concert" was a top-rate show.
Chuck on Guitar.
Matey boy on tambourine. He definitely knew and adhered to the adage: Less is more. A great percussion accompaniment.
And then there was Bev from "Retired Sailor" on the Spoons!
It is definitely blowing. Even sitting on the sunny side of the deck, people were layering on sweaters and wind breakers trying to keep warm, while holding down plastic plates, napkins, chip bags and hats to out-smart the North Wind’s rapacious grasp.
Gobble, gobble, slurp—lunch was over and it was time for Babe’s afternoon nap. Funnily enough, all the adults began drifting back to their individual boats with the same plan in mind—SIESTA.
All is quiet on the docks at Compass Cay. The beach is deserted. The wind has blown in dull grey clouds. This afternoon was made for napping.
-Wake me up in time for cocktails.
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