We got an early start to catch the low, slack tide in Adderly Cut (see image). The spire just behind Anne is the traditional form of navigational aid for these waters. During the salt trade in the 1600's fires would be build at the base of these spires to inform passing ships that this was a safe harbor with salt available for trade. Pirates and scavengers would build false beacons to lure unwary vessels into shoals Once grounded the hapless vessels were easy prey. The spires remain and we have yet to encounter any nasty pirates. We have encountered numerous wana-be pirates that are eager to share rum and stories.
During the day the winds were fickle and ultimately died. Passing in at Farmer's Cay, we found the banks side no more hospitable for sailing than the sound. Ultimately we ended up motoring the final 10NM into Staniel Cay.
The day may well prove to be the hottest day of our journeys. Any cooling breeze from our stern was neutralized by our forward speed and no clouds broached the banks to cast a cooling shadow. We hope that kinder winds prevail for the remainer of our journey north.
One bit of good fortune - entering Staniel Cay anchorage we did recognize Marion J and Karana from our time in the Abacos. We spend a couple hours catching up over cold beers at the SCYC.