Suddenly, Dude shouted, "Look what's coming at us!" It was an enormous squallage! So, we battened down the hatches, Captain Jerry's jib went limp and we took down the sails. Captain Jerry motored us directly into the storm to prevent us from capsizing.We finally caught up with the sun and trailed back to Virgin Gorda, where we conveniently cruised right by Richard Branson's private island - Necker Island.
The island has a golf course, three fake palm trees, a trampoline, and a wind generator. We received an invitation for lunch at Branson's island, but we declined because we were having Oscar Meyer Weiners. Had they been any other brand, we probably would have accepted.
It was a mad dash in to the harbor due to the wind. We motored past Saba Rock and moored at the Bitter End. We ate Oscar Meyer Weiners and wraps. Oh, I also threw up four times prior to lunch.
