"CAN THEY DO THAT? What about the guns?!" He wouldn't let me throw them over the side.
"I'm not goin' - it's a death-trap down there!"
"I screamed to Cap to try and keep the boat stable. The fridge had shifted forward and it was hard to get the strap back on. I was totally panicked, thinking I would get hurt after all, and by my archenemy, the Norcold!"The fridge door was swinging back and forth, and the floor was covered with yellow rice. I released the dog, left things where they were and crawled back upstairs. Czar was on his own; he was, after all, Cap's dog. To backtrack a bit:
March 11 - Samana, Dominican Republic
"No one wants any bananas, so they'll go overboard tonite. At least the cabin won't look like Carmen Miranda's hat."
Some man in a uniform trudged through the sand to check paperwork and for some reason kept talking to me, who knew the least amount of Spanish. I kept handing him passports and moving my arms like you do; explaining en ingles that we were all leaving for Puerto Rico as soon as possible, hopefully that evening. He said something about $5 each so we gave it to him and he left, no argument this time.
"At 10 pm Cap said no-go, so we went to bed. The beach was really nice so we spent the next day hanging out. WW left early to check out the whales, and Sara Jean left as well - back to the anchorage. We heard that Aussie D'Light and 4 others were heading into Samana but no Destiny Calls, no Allegra. They said Dave left Luperon when we did but probably headed directly to PR.
"After the 6 PM broadcast, Cap said we'd stick our nose out and see how it looked. We could always turn around. Another sailboat (with delivery crew) headed out earlier, but in the bay their engine room flooded and they had to come back. We all waited to see if they were OK (they said the seas were nice) then at about 7 PM, we left.
"The weather window was too short for the 'sticks' but we don't need as much time to motor straight across. I was more relaxed and comfortable following my Captain, even as I listened to a number of cruisers critique his decision on the broadband in the cabin."
"The Mona...after all that worrying, it wasn't bad at all. No other boats around except in the shipping channel. We made good speed - 8 knots average. Water good, a brief shower, the boat handled it nicely, and 18 hours later we were on the other side. I kept eating caffeine pills, Cap finally got some sleep, and we were anxious to make landfall."
"Once we spotted Isla Desecheo off Puerto Rico, the seas kicked up, wind blew stronger, and we rocked and rolled something fierce. Cap was pissed because it had gone so well up to that point, but we hit the trade winds mid-morning and Bruce Van Sant was right - they are rough! We both prayed in our own way, and it took 2-3 hours until it died down.
"The Coast Guard watched us for awhile, but I guess they thought we were crazy and not smugglers because they eventually left, leaving us to bob in our cauldron. Cap figured they could come back in an hour and find us in the same place.
"We finally got into Boqueron at about 5:30 PM, exhausted beyond belief. Cap laughed and said all I had left to do was hoist the 45-pound anchor and 50-feet of chain! I tried to bribe him to do it - no such luck."One more crossing under our belts. Just in time for a Sundowner.
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