I'll attempt a synopsis of the week that followed: Jan 6 I awoke to a calm anchorage. Coming up on deck, I noticed a sea turtle floating past in the distance. I had coffee and breakfast, and discussed with the others what possible, leisurely itinerary we could take over the next few days. These plans would be nixed. Not even an hour later, we noticed the waves increasing and darker clouds looming. Captain then shouted, "We're dragging anchor!!" Stress, yells, the burn of the motor, the heaving bow as it heads out of the inlet, thrusting up and plunging down (with me on it) as waves and current plow through into the anchorage. We abandon Slaughter's Harbour, head north an hour, hoist the genoa, tack (turn to the east) and set a course south around the
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