Started really early at Bight of Acklins headed to Long Cay. We had a cooler of food, plenty of drinking water, lots of sunscreen. At one point during the "motor episodes" and the setting sun, we were debating the wisdom of swimming to one of the little cays or staying on the boat, it would be a tough decision. Fortunately James managed to get it started each time. There was also the added thrill of the gas situation, we were down to the dregs. Oh well, we continued laughing it up (more like hysterical laughing). When Kevin let the one tank run dry, he was busy chatting (too much Vodka) with James K, the engine stopped once again. Had lost track at this point of how many times it had stopped. James M had a few unkind words with Kevin, then proceeded to rip off the hood of the motor, attach an "iffy" rotten cord to the engine. Then put the gas hose into the almost empty other tank, and suck to get the gas to flow. James M had the other James at the choke and begin the tedious process of cranking up the motor. We all held our breath as James M once again encouraged the motor back to life. What a relief when it started. We were all eyeing the gas tank level, laying odds when we would run out.... When we spotted land I calculated how far I could comfortably swim if needed. At least I had my snorkel gear. Of course sharks are a real problem at twilight and near a boat. Once we saw the cell tower we were ready to mutiny the boat and wade in, but we restrained ourselves for a more dignified, nonchalant departure. Well actually disembarking wasn't dignified, more like trying to throw a whale overboard without too much bruising.
Notch another day of excitement and exhaustion in Acklins!
Sharie made a killer conch salad that night from our huge conch collection. Must have fed over a dozen people with it.
In the party, Sharie & James K, James M, Kevin, Chris and me.
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