Sea Life

In the morning, we realized we would have neither the wind nor the fuel to make Nassau, so we altered course to take us to a place called Sandy Point on the southern end of Great Abaco Island. Our chart said we could get fuel there.

It was a sunny, hot day. Whit devoted himself, as he had done from the start, to an in-depth understanding of the navigation systems. The plan is for him to train WW and me when he’s got it all worked out. Frisha cleaned. Always appreciated. I did my daily tasks as galley slave. Django pressed on through the fascinating emptiness of the sea.

We also started fishing. On Django, this involves a heavy-duty reel carrying 60-pound test, clamped to a stern post. A lovely plastic lure in yellow and orange with lots of long bits like tails was attached to the line, pitched off the stern, and line played out. Thus, we trolled.

We were sprawled at various spots on deck, in the shade or not, below, reading, snoozing, pottering, studying navigation, keeping watch, when the reel gave a screech. “Fish!” We all made our way to the stern where WW reeled in our catch. It was a lovely amberjack which was instantly converted into fillets and thence into sashimi with wasabi and soya sauce for immediate consumption. Very delicious. At lunch we had seviche (thank you, Victoria). A palpable hit!

(Today, one day later, we caught some seaweed, but it got away).

...and I still haven't caught up. We are leaving Nassau in an hour or two and I haven't even got you to Abaco. I promise to do better.

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