Learning the ropes!

LEARNING THE ROPES!

Gene put Phia to work, helping him roll off the mail sail's cover. We are leaving the Tobago Cays and heading north about 27 nautical miles to Bequia for the Music Fest.

The Captain orders the deck slave to carry the heavy main sail cover off the cabin's top into the cockpit then down the companionway stairs and stow it on the floor at the foot of master bedroom suite. (Good thing she's strong and has developed her sea legs!)

Captain Bligh orders the deck hand to don her passage gear. Note the PFD (personal flotation devise--vest) gloves, tether that if she falls overboard she won't drown just bounce up and down in the sea and bang on the hull until we can hoarf her back aboard.

Ah, but doesn't she look happy? She's a natural sailor at home on the sea.

"Call on the VHF and get us a mooring buoy," the captain ordered. "Moi?" 

"Speak up lass. Don't be shy."

"Ah, I don't know. I think we got one."

"Now, let's really go for a proper ride in the dink," the Captain hee, hee, heed.

The Captain decided to show his new deck hand off!

We all go to shore for a hike. Gene gets this sweet shot of Deborah. Note that her right arm is between Moody Blues' sta'sail and headsail in the background. Moody Blues looks safe inside Admiralty Bay, Bequia on a mooring buoy. (Less rockin' & rollin'.)