Went to the Foxtown Shell in the morning, navigating through some rocky and shallow waters (3-4 feet). We draw about 3 feet with rudders, and they got caught on sand in some spots. Pretty nerve wracking.

We got to the Shell only to find out that it was the other dock that had diesel, this dock only had gasoline. So we temporarily obtained another crew member, Jeremiah, who guided us through the rocky waters to the diesel dock. (For your reference, cruisers, the diesel dock appears to be the Texaco one on the charts)

Because the water was so shallow, at first we weren't sure if the fuel line would make it to our tanks as we had to nose in. Fortunately, they just barely reached both and we fueled up. Prices were reasonable, and once we were done we gave Jeremiah a bottle of mead and a $5 tip for his help.

We decided to take some time to explore Foxtown (not that we could've probably left anyway, the water was so shallow we may not have been able to turn around). The restaurant hadn't opened yet, so we walked along the road (follow the road, the only road, hip hip hooray for their only road! There's only one road in the Abacos~ http://southpark.cc.com/clips/104261/follow-the-only-road-in-canada)

We got to a certain point, turned around, and on our way back were waved to come to a very... strange gentleman. He went by Mike, or Patchy. Or maybe he said "Apache", I'm not sure. He talked to us in what was barely coherent word salad, and I'm not just saying that because I have a hard time hearing through accents, everyone else in the town was pretty coherent and easily understood. I thought he was drunk, high, or possibly both. He introduced us to some others in the town, most of whom didn't acknowledge him and looked away, including the bartender. The bartender opened up the bar and we had some drinks, and Mike wandered off. The bartender was well traveled and interesting to talk to, and informed us that Mike was a grifter attempting to get on our good side to swindle us.

Mike came back with a wrapped bundle, intent on giving it to us to further earn our trust, which we found out later was a shell he stole from Jeremiah. He didn't get a chance to give us the shell, though.

Eventually the restaurant opened up so we headed there for some needed food. Ordered fish and conch with fries. Chatted more with the locals, including Jeremiah, and I enjoyed my first Kalik (despite my usual hatred of beer, I kinda liked it until it got warm) while Shawn drank a bottled spiked eggnog.
Mike came in and began asserting we should buy him a drink, to which Jeremiah proclaimed that we were with him, and then the bar came to our defense. When our food arrived we were taken to a different room and warned again about Mike's scamming ways, while in the other room Jeremiah and Mike were arguing about the stolen shell and his conning ways in general.

When we were done we left a generous tip and went to the grocery stores to do some minor resupplying. Just cookies, ramen, and some eggs. I was hoping for some bread, or screws and nuts to assemble the anchor, but alas! There was none to be found. More resupply will be done at Green Turtle tomorrow hopefully.

We shoved off at a higher tide. The pilings were weird, so Shawn set us free on the dock and then had to jump on the boat like a scene out of Pirates of the Caribbean. He claims it "wasn't that extreme", but I think it was a pretty impressive (and dangerous and stupid) leap.

To be fair, I think our whole journey could be titled "Dangerous and Stupid" so this was par for the course.

Speaking of dangerous and stupid, we navigated through some very skinny water on the way to Crab Cay for the night. Our charts hadn't charted it, so I just sat on deck and stared at the water to report back to Shawn whether there were rocks or seagrass ahead. I'm getting better at reading the colors of water around here, but I'm certainly nowhere near the point where my eyes are a replacement for the depth sounder.

The tropical wave appears to be passing. An hour before we were done cruising the sun came out and reminded us of its wrath - even with our boat shirts on we could feel the radiation on our backs. Ow.

We're both getting sun kissed in random places and I'm beginning to get a "raccoon eyes" tan from sunglass usage. I'm even more not looking forward to going back to the old grind now, because marina folks and coworkers are going to point it out. I frequently get comments of "did you get some sun? Lol" even when I haven't because my face is always some shade of red, regardless of sun exposure, so the comment has become one of my pet peeves.

We're anchored off Crab Cay for the night. We know the water is good anchoring because there are tons of sailboats nearby! Howdy neighbors! Also the little anchor symbol on our chart.
Crab Cay has an absolutely picturesque beach on it and gorgeous green water. I'm hoping tomorrow we can play around in it before heading to Green Turtle, but that will require dropping and raising the dinghy... And that's effort... And we're lazy...