Adventures In A Pair-A-Dice by Terry Michael Peters

Author:Terry Michael Peters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: First Edition Design Publishing
Published: 2015-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Entering the harbor we could see that it was full of yachts which, for the most part, were large expensive looking sailboats. I was concerned about snagging one of the anchor lines as these boats were staggered in such a way that it left us going in between and around various boats to get into an area that looked like it had some open dock space. Finally, past the crowd of boats, I took notice to an open area at one of the few docks at the end of the harbor.

“Right over there,” Tom pointed

“Yeah, I see it,” I said. “Get the lines ready and you might have to jump onto the dock if nobody offers to help.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he said. The water was as still as it could be but even then docking this size boat was always a challenge.

How many times do I have to do this, I thought, before I don’t get all worked up inside? Some of it was not wanting to do damage to the boat but I knew that most of it was my pride. I was able to get the boat close enough that when no one showed up on the dock, Tom jumped from the boat to the dock and Joseph was then able to throw the bow and stern lines to be tied up.

With the boat tied up, we all cleared customs. When we came back to the boat there was a guy waiting for us. He told us that we could not stay tied up there. When I explained that we were only there for the day and that I was prepared to pay for the privilege he informed me that we were tied up to the pier the water taxis used for loading and unloading their passengers.

“You can anchor right over there,” he said, pointing to an area about 100 yards away.

“So if I do that, how do I get from the boat to shore?”

“Your dinghy,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.

Through this whole ordeal of getting the boat, equipping the boat and spending the past month around this boat, I never did figure a dinghy into the equation. Now in hindsight, it seemed like it would have only made sense that somewhere at some time we would need one.

We did have an inflatable life raft that was tightly packed into an emergency container that was strapped down on deck, but I had no idea of how big or little the damned thing was. Overhearing our conversation was a sailor from one of the boats anchored in the harbor. He was busy loading food supplies back into his dinghy and rowing back out to his boat.

“You’re welcome to use one of ours,” he offered. “We have two of them and you’re welcome to use one.”

“Hey, I appreciate the offer,” I said. “Where’s your boat?”

He pointed out to a beautiful old wooden sailing yacht that reminded me of the one that had given me a ride to Nassau.

“Hey, ok, sounds good”.

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