It was fine sailing, though we had a good bit of current on the nose. Eventually, our course took us closer and closer to the wind, and after a tack or two, we started the engine and just plowed into it until we reached the narrow unmarked channel leading into the bay. Surf pounded on the rocky islets on either side of us. Standing nearby Ted at the helm, I kept a close eye on the iNavX app on my phone so that we stayed in deep water. Inside, it was a millpond. Though we could see breaking waves behind us, the water was flat calm, and we were surrounded by nothing but rolling green hills and mangroves lining the shore. Better yet, we had the place all to ourselves. We swam in the brackish water, sipped and dined in fine style, and that night sat on Guiriden's trampoline and spotted both the Southern Cross and Polaris in the clear, dark sky.