On to the Caribbean
On to the Caribbean
By the second day Jacob and I were struggling to pass the time. To say Jacob’s cell phone is a source of all things entertainment related would be an understatement. Besides housing the Smithsonian of music collections, it also recorded trip highlights via camera and carries a fine assortment of games. Soon we were locked in an epic battle of backgammon, which I hadn’t played since college. A bit weary from my night watches, it took me awhile to remember how it’s played as well as figure out why the screen kept going dark right in the middle of my most excellent strategery (An SNL Bush Jr. reference).
Not meaning to sound impatient, Jacob kindly suggested we could start with something simpler like… checkers. Ouch, am I that brain dead? Really? My ego was glad he didn’t dumb it down to Go Fish. In the end, my age advantage prevailed, and I summoned the crew to witness my final move to seal a victory—YES! On day three Jacob had unpacked all the miscellaneous junk stuffed into the forward hull to dig out a huge stash of board games. He would gain redemption with back-to-back victories in Trivial Pursuit.
Another source of entertainment was the daily ukulele tunes. Both Amanda and Jacob had committed to learning the instrument with the goal of playing at least one song the rest of us could recognize. Jacob, of course, actually had sheet music on his phone and managed to sort out some Bob Marley tune. Tiny Tim would be proud to see the instrument is enjoying resurgence in the sailing community.
And so the days passed, and soon we were within striking distance of St. Thomas. Jesse ditched our original destination of Puerto Rico as we needed to make up some time. As the midnight hour struck we inched our way into a somewhat sheltered cove on the northwest end of St. Thomas. With the wind out of the south we could get away with a few hours sleep on this normally unsuitable side of the island.
We awoke Sunday to the serenity of waves lapping up on the beach. No engines or rocking, just the glory of the green hills of St. Thomas. As we enjoyed a morning coffee, I couldn’t help feeling a bit of a let down knowing that within a day or so this fine collection of a crew would be scattered over the Caribbean. Based on the horror stories each told over the course of the last 10 days about other deliveries, I knew this one would be a standout.
The one thing Captain Jesse had gone out of his way to make a point of is that crew compatibility was the number-one attribute he looked for in assembling a team. We certainly had that. Everyone was eager to pitch in, on time for watches, and we laughed our a**es off.
Well played sir.