11.10.10 Overdosing on Dramamine on the Way to Anegada

After taking two dramamine in preparation for our trip to Anegada, I passed out on the aft salon. The entire crew was soaking wet and Captain Jerry and 1st mate, Darryl were screaming at the storm, "Is that all you've got?" They were no doubt reenacting the movie The Perfect Storm. Jerry Krause caught a fish, too small to write home about, but at least it was something. I think he's still sore at me for my drunken fishing comments.

Captain Jerry made a final decision that we had to turn around and put off our trip to Anegada for another day.  On our way back to the West End of Tortola, we were fighting some major swells. The swells were so big that it put me to sleep for a second time.  We finally arrived to the Marina Cay on Scrub Island and nestled into a spot where we moored for the night.  Darryl received a message from the Catamaran Co. asking if we "went ahead" and moored the boat.  They were extremely nervous about crews motoring around in the storm.

Severe septic smells were brewing throughout the day, but that did not kill our appetites.  We ate steak wraps and candy for lunch and prayed for sun.  While I was taking my third nap below in our new and spacious stateroom, the gang witnessed an amazing red sunset.  Captain Jerry informed the crew of a seaman's rhyme that is rule of thumb for weather forecasting. It reads, "Red sky at morning, sailor take warning; red sky at night, sailor's delight."  So, the crew felt more than hopeful that the ancient rhyme would mean that we would be doused in sunshine tomorrow on our way to Anegada.

The crew ate dinner at Pusser's Restaurant. It was a great dinner, but we all decided that we despise the restaurant's name.

Darryl, Captain Jerry and Jerry Krause took some time out from dinner to look at the BVI map and ask, "Where the hell did we go today?"

Ann Krause found it fabulous that Pusser's Restaurant displayed their dessert through a ViewMaster.

On our way back to the boat, we got caught up in a major down pour. We rushed back out to the boat, jumped into our jammies and sat on the back deck to take in the severe septic smell. Where is Darryl when we need him? Already in bed! At that point we received toilet lessons from Captain Jerry (a bit too late into the trip I might add) and I suddenly realized that the bathroom tutorial Brian had given me was completely wrong. Boy, did he get it! We also developed the last two rules of the trip.

5. No cranky bitches.
6. If you open a beer - drink it!