We went to the house and picked up the crew in two loads to shuttle to the boat. John and Michael went first. Then Austin, Sara, and I fit ourselves in for the ride to the boat. I was reminded of the nursery rhyme “rub a dub dub three men in a tub.”
We got everyone to the boat safely, let go of the mooring ball and headed north up the harbor. We were cautious and followed a small container ship up the channel that was kicking up sand.
We exited the harbor at Conch Cay Cut and went out into the sound. There was an order to the business of the day, put up the sails, get the fishing lines out, eat lunch, put up the bimini for shade. We started sailing and Austin took us out into the harbor. It was nice to be sailing and to turn the motor off. We had a few swells so it was a little rocky.
The fishermen started rigging and we threw out a brightly colored squid thing and a silver spoon. Someone had told us that they used the top of a cedar broom handle with some streamers and it stayed on the surface causing a commotion and they had all sorts of luck with it. We didn’t have a cedar broom handle but we did have a cork which John attached to our blue squid thing. We trolled two or three lines up and down the shelf.
Sara and Austin moved up front as the motion was a little bothersome and it was shady. We changed our tack and it was cooler and more comfortable. We adjusted our traveler a bit. The winds were light and we were only going about 4.5 knots.
No fish were caught despite multiple adjustments and valiant efforts by the fishermen. We reeled in the lines and came back into the harbor. We took turns jumping off the boat and holding on to a tow rope.
We returned to our mooring ball and started the dinghy shuttle back to the house. Sara, Austin and I went to Chat ‘N’ Chill beach for a bit while John and Michael were being shuttled. We visited with a cat and watched the boats and the children. Kids were playing sand bocce with a conch shell and soda cans. The Dad placed the conch shell and they tossed their cans to see who was closest. The filling of cans with just the right amount of sand seemed to be a key factor of the game.
Austin cooked delicious chicken and stir fry tofu and vegetables. We were going to make key lime pie but Michael had gotten into the graham crackers before the crust was made. We no longer had enough for crust but had plenty for yogurt and graham crackers. We couldn’t find the Chauncey dice so we played a game called one, two three where two people say a word simultaneously. From those words, another duo tries to make a connection between them with two more words. The game is won when two people say the same word. Very fun, especially with Austin twisting the words to a different meaning, throwing us on a different track.
Back to Josie, Fat Tuesday up for the night and bed.