We left the dock later than usual, around 7 p.m., because the bow light wasn't working – it still wasn't but Gerry taped a spare he had to the front hatch and off we went. I wasn't crazy about sailing in these conditions, I have been seasick once or twice but Chris was arriving Monday and we had tons of shopping to do so we didn't have much choice. Just past the reef, all was going well, the jib sail (only) was up and I was feeling fine when all of a sudden there was this horrendous noise! The anchor had decided to abandon ship and let itself out. When Gerry was attempting to fix the bow light he didn't refasten the anchor chain. So down comes the jib, out comes the winch handle and up comes the anchor – slowly, ever so slowly and without the jib to stabilize us the boat was a-rocking. I took it as an omen to turn back but I was outranked.
Still wasn't seasick but for some reason Gerry felt the need to refresh the minutes on his Bahamian phone and guess who got to read the code out to him – not once but 4 times. And then guess who started to feel seasick. The only position I was comfortable was flat on my back, in the cockpit and that's where I was when a giant wave struck – thoroughly drenching us. I wasn't pleased. I eventually dried out – didn't have the ambition to change and was trying to get some sleep down below on the couch when the boat encountered a very large wave. The boat went up, I went up but when I came back down a split second after the boat the couch wasn't where I left it. I hit the edge of it and was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor – ouch! Have a couple of lovely bruises to show for it. What with sea water coming in the front hatch (couldn't close it tightly due to a broken latch) and soaking the interior and even sometimes hitting me on the couch and feeling like crap, it was a very very long night and I was glad to see the sunrise.
Surprisingly I didn't throw up until we were entering the channel in Fort Lauderdale but didn't have to clean it up because a few minutes later it started to just pour, once again thoroughly soaked but rain water is nicer to be soaked in than salt. Pulled into our dock around 1 p.m. - took 2 days until I felt normal what with lack of sleep and seasickness. I'm not going back across until I get some drugs – good drugs!
Still wasn't seasick but for some reason Gerry felt the need to refresh the minutes on his Bahamian phone and guess who got to read the code out to him – not once but 4 times. And then guess who started to feel seasick. The only position I was comfortable was flat on my back, in the cockpit and that's where I was when a giant wave struck – thoroughly drenching us. I wasn't pleased. I eventually dried out – didn't have the ambition to change and was trying to get some sleep down below on the couch when the boat encountered a very large wave. The boat went up, I went up but when I came back down a split second after the boat the couch wasn't where I left it. I hit the edge of it and was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor – ouch! Have a couple of lovely bruises to show for it. What with sea water coming in the front hatch (couldn't close it tightly due to a broken latch) and soaking the interior and even sometimes hitting me on the couch and feeling like crap, it was a very very long night and I was glad to see the sunrise.
Surprisingly I didn't throw up until we were entering the channel in Fort Lauderdale but didn't have to clean it up because a few minutes later it started to just pour, once again thoroughly soaked but rain water is nicer to be soaked in than salt. Pulled into our dock around 1 p.m. - took 2 days until I felt normal what with lack of sleep and seasickness. I'm not going back across until I get some drugs – good drugs!
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