Today was a good day. All the days have been good but this was a very good day. We sailed 25 nm running on a NW heading to Marigot. We had an 18 to 20 nmph wind behind us and made 7 to 8 knots/hr.
John challenges our auto pilot for who can steer the best line for the latter part of the sail.
Barnacle Bill enjoying the day.
Redbeard chilling on the starboard rail with St. Martin in the distance.
Cap’n Steve keeping an eagle eye on the ship and the motley crew.
John shows off his electrifying personality (and Caribbean hair).
This may look like Steve is applying first aid to my left arm at first glance but actually it’s a sacred and hallowed moment. Cap’n Steve is inducting me into the Pirate Hall of Fame (Jr. member status).
Now I can proudly wear my new pirate tattoo until I die or whenever it washes off, whichever comes first.
And to celebrate we decide to go steady for the rest of the trip and jump into the bay at Marigot as a symbol of our commitment.
We wandered around aimlessly in Marigot until we found another delicious French meal where we gorged ourselves so much our lovely server and her accomplice had to take our selfie for us. Tre bon!!!
Good night.
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