Instead, we explored St. Martin’s nightlife before setting off to see what the beaches on St.-Barthélemy had to offer. We lost a day snorkeling and hiking at Île Fourche and Anse Colombier, then arrived on Sunday at Gustavia. It was still early in the season, and the harbor was all but empty, but we found the town enjoyable nonetheless. After dinner that night, we headed back offshore for an overnight sail to Barbuda. Early in the evening, sailing closehauled and pounding into seas whipped up by the trades, we had a couple of adventures with interisland freighters, but the strangest encounter came when Ulf and I were about halfway through the 2200-to-0100 watch. We spotted a white light well ahead of us, and over the course of an hour we slowly gained on it. We were well offshore and thought it had to be a slower-sailing boat headed in our same general direction. It was only at the last minute that we realized it was a fishing boat anchored and pitching wildly in ocean swells. I held my breath just waiting to become entangled in nets.