But on this beautiful July morning, after our boisterous sail and retreat the previous day, the anchorage was quiet. The crew of Happy Return, having happily arrived here the previous evening, rousted themselves from damp bunks, bumped their heads on the low deck, and cursed as they struggled into dry clothes. On deck, canvas was rolled back from the large fish hatch. Hatch boards were removed, and fresh, cool air flooded the cabin. George squeezed into the tiny galley, pulled out a large frying pan, and sparked a fire under it.