Dinner with a Pirate
02 August 2012 | Mala
A few nights ago, Mark, Benjamin, and I came home to the boat early in the evening with some marlin steaks and shrimp in time for gin and tonics at sunset. We were anchored at Mala Wharf, and we had had enough of the Lahaina tourist strip. We toasted the sunset, Mark whipped up some delicious shrimp appetizer thing, and we relaxed. I had been waiting for this moment since we got to Maui: dinner at home. We lit a candle and set the cockpit table and dug into the marlin steaks, with rice and salad. Yum! As we sat down, Mark looked at me and said, ¬"we're having dinner with a pirate!¬" He was right. Several days prior, Benjamin managed to contract some sort of infection in his eye and it had not gotten better. His right (I think) eyelid was all swollen up and, frankly, it did not look great. More importantly, he was in a lot of pain, so he had gotten himself an eyepatch to ease the strain. And he really looked like a pirate. I was so happy that night, having dinner on the boat with Mark and Benjamin. Tonight, Mark and I came home in time for sunset again and Mark cooked the rest of the shrimp extremely deliciously. We listened to In the Heart of the Moon, and watched as the wind picked up to the strongest it's been since our arrival. I was almost cold! Even better, it was stronger than the current, making our anchorage the most comfortable it's been! Luxurious. Home again. We'll leave Lahaina/Mala any day now, headed for Oneloa Bay, or La Perouse Bay, before crossing the channel to the Big Island, and off to Palmyra. I'd like to go to La Perouse Bay, mostly because a book/map store owner in Juneau told us all about La Perouse, the only French captain to sail these parts (including Alaska and Hawaii) during the ¬"discovery¬" days. He sailed into Latoya Bay in the Gulf of Alaska, one that we considered pulling into a couple of months ago when we first set out from Seward. We thought better of it though - the entrance was extremely foul. The bookstore owner/historian/La Perouse scholar in Juneau told us that La Perouse lost several crew in that bay, and that he considered it an ill omen, and that he sailed off to Hawaii and that he and both his ships (la Boussole and l'Astrolabe) were lost somewhere in the South Pacific. The breeze has died down again, and we are back to rolling in Mala.