During my watch from 10pm to 1 am the seas became very confused and the crew and Good Trade were taking a beating. The seas would hit under our bridge deck and it sounded like sacks of concrete being slammed against the hull. Ashlyne relieved me at the helm and I went to bed hoping for some much needed sleep, but what I found down below made me realize immediately sleep would not come tonight. I tossed and turned trying to gain some sense of control and comfort as the sea state flung me around the bed. Finally exhaustion must have came and I drifted in and out of sleep to the sounds of concrete sacks slamming out their chime. I awoke startled by Good Trades rhythm and lack of the slamming sounds. When I came to the helm, Ashlyne mentioned she had made an executive decision that enough was enough and turned 60 degrees off the wind towards land. The bailout had happened and I was never so grateful. Five hours later we dropped the hook in Atwood Harbor, a beautiful little bay surrounded by Lady Slipper Cay. Naps all around.

* The photo above shows a Columbus monument marking the northeast entrance to Atwood Harbor

Good Trade