We left Conception Island with Why Knot IV south to Clarencetown, Long Island. It was just an overnight stop to take care of some necessary business. It is the last place to get services before jumping off to the Turks and Caicos. We wanted to top off our water most of all, because the watermaker has not been working. Francois from Why Knot IV said he fixes everything on their boat including their watermaker and offered to look at ours. He came aboard while were docked at the Flying Fish Marina. They came on their dinghy to fill their diesel jerry jugs. Dave and Francois went below, discussed it, fiddled with a knob, and tada! It worked. Well, we would fill up anyway in case it went all wonky on us again.
It was a windy night at the dock in the Flying Fish Marina, a brand new marina still under construction. It would have been better to be anchored, as we were beating against the dock all night. It took several tries of adjusting the dock lines to get the boat to settle and not slide off the fenders. It is tricky because the dock is stationary and the tide rises and falls three feet!
We were glad to only be staying one night, but the next morning was a bit of chaos as well. The wind was blowing 15-20 knots from the south and we had to pull up to the south side of the fuel dock. Getting on wasn’t as graceful as it could have been but there were no major problems. Getting back of concerned me. This is a maneuver we have not yet mastered. We filled up with diesel, gas and water and were ready to go. I asked Dave the game plan. He wanted to pivot on the stern and pull out forward, since we have a lot more power forward. I asked if he had enough clearance from the boat in front of him. Negative. Okay, lets pivot on the bow and go out backwards. So mom cast off the stern line and I held the bow line and a fender. But the boat never pivoted off the dock. Dave was going fast in reverse, dragging the bow along the length of the dock. It yanked the fender right out of my hand. I had to pull the bow line on and fend us off the dock manually by pushing us off the pilings. I called to Dave, “I lost the fender!”
Someone on another boat heard and rushed out to our aid. He tried four times, following the fender as it passed the docks and was not able to get it with his boat hook. A dock worker saw the problem and went to grab a net and was finally able to scoop it up just before it passed under the last dock. He gave to the other boater, who brought it back to the fuel dock and tossed it on deck, so we wouldn’t have to redock and go through that mess again.
Messy, but no harm done, we were off. As soon as we passed out of the lee of the island, we knew it was going to be a rough trip. Those winds that blew us all night long? Yeah, they kicked the seas up to 10 foot waves or so that were very close together. The ride was too rough to risk climbing on top of the bimini to raise the main sail, so we had to motor sail the entire day on jib alone. We have to continue south and east to get to Turks and Caicos and the winds are from the southeast for the foreseeable future. Ugh! We tried to make the best of it by dropping our fishing line again.
We beat into it all day and were exhausted by the time we reached the anchorage at Crooked Island. However, Why Knot IV caught a mahi mahi on the way and invited us to dinner. How could we pass that up? We, on the other hand, are still skunked. We seem to have all the wrong lures.