In the morning, we were off at 0600. Still in the lee of St. Lucia, we motorsailed until the first of the trade winds filled the main. In no time, we were in open water and steering for a waypoint roughly 10 degrees east of the tip of St. Vincent to allow for westerly set. The breeze was steady at first, in the high teens, but then conditions became more boisterous, with gusts nearing 30 as we neared the top of St. Vincent. As we closed on land, the waves built and steepened, and Korina turned from comfy cat to sporty surfer. With a rush, she’d surge forward, the speedo climbing from the mid-8s to 9 knots, then to 10, and once or twice to nearly 14 knots as one swell passed and the next lifted the stern anew. Heavens, it was fun.