We motored for hours trying to find the southeast winds that had been forecasted so we could sail the final miles in. At about 4am, we found some wind but it was on the light side so we continued motoring. At about 5am the engine rpm's increased without my touching the throttle. I yelled out to Don who was sleeping below and before I knew it the engine died. OMG - WE JUST RAN OUT OF GAS. We were about 20 miles from the entrance to the Bay of Islands so we decided to keep sailing until the sun came up. It was a nervous time for me...geez...so close yet so far. Luckily we still had some fuel in the port side tank so Don went to work bleeding the engine and in a few minutes we were able to start her up again. Once we knew we had a motor available for later, we cut the engine and continued sailing towards our destination. The closer we got to land the more boisterous the seas became. It was rainy and yucky and zero visibility, and a really bumpy ride. But the wind was managable at ESE 15-20 knots. Our mates on 'La Fiesta' were a mile or so behind us and we were all anxious to make landfall. We wanted to sail in on a wonderful sunny day and spot land from miles offshore but that wasn't meant to be. At about noon, after not sleeping much all night, we had maybe half a mile visibility as we passed by Cape Brett. We never saw it. We were both running on adrenalin, taking turns at the wheel. It's an exciting time coming into a new area and when you can't see anything...well I'm sure you can imagine. We turned on the radar and the land masses all around us came into view on the screen. An hour or so later as we got further into the Bay of Islands visibility improved enough so we could start to make out the islands to the port side. We still couldn't see through the front panels of the dodger so we'd stick our heads out the side to take a look. The rain and wind pelted our faces and spotted up our glasses so we could only look out for a few seconds at a time. The first thing we saw clearly was 'La Fiesta' coming up on our port side about a quarter of a mile away. They're the first boat we've seen for 10 days. We passed Frasier Rock on the left and turned into Veronica Channel. The wind dropped as we found protection well inside the Bay so we dropped our mainsail, rolled up the genoa and motored up the channel towards Opua Marina. We tied up at the Q (quarantine) Dock at about 2pm. Hurray! After eleven and a half days at sea - We made it! Happy Thanksgiving to you all.