We're leaving Rosie's Marina (if you call it over the radio you're supposed to hail 'Love Train' but don't expect a response) and heading a whole two miles out to Double Breasted Cay. I think Hans feels a bit foolish to only move two miles and drop the hook, but Double Breasted is supposed to have one of the most beautiful beaches here. It's also completely uninhabited and I'm hoping no one else will be there and Wilbur can run free.
Last night we joined my fishing buddies (the ones who gave us three days worth of mahi) for some good food and moonshine. The 'Dog' makes his own hooch and it's as smooth as silk. Everyone drank it all night long but for some reason I was the only one who didn't end up slurring my words or seeing double.
I woke up feeling peachy keen too and when Hans finally stuck his head out into our cockpit this morning, 'Dog' asked him if he by any chance got the number of the truck that hit him.
Wilbur is very anxious to get to his beach.
After Double Breasted we'll continue to head south east through the Abacos so once again I probably won't have internet service for a bit.