Wednesday, December 7, 2011 
HUGE sail to Cooper island. Heeled over. Sandwiches. Rest of the rum. I wore a shirt all day and felt better.
None of the naked people I've seen have been worth seeing naked. All have presented a disappointing stew of flappy, leathery, and sunburnt.
I'm starting to miss my bed but mostly the girl who is usually in it.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011 
We made the long southwest run downwind to Cane Garden Bay and I spent most of the time with two shirts on down below with my iPad, determined not to have a repeat of the day before. I played World of Goo instead of swimming at Sandy Cay and felt like my roommate in Australia who spent the semester in our room studying Magic: The Gathering. Blew.
When the sun started to go down I gave it the finger and showed it my ass. The sun was ashamed and I was determined to spend the next day above decks sailin' my white hiney off.
Ashore, I found a whole house painted pink. It was excellent.
Monday, December 5, 2011 
With the engine being flakey and almost no wind for what would have been a nice run to Cane Garden Bay, we opted to head back to Marina Cay after a short stop at Norman Island. Norman is one of my favorites since a little hidden passage on the beach leads to a nook where small rocks have been tumbling up against the surf for centuries until smooth and round. I carried a few back to the boat in my shorts.
Three hours in the direct sun gave me a monstrous rash on my front and back and I spent most of the evening and night writhing is a unique kind of pain, like itching needles. Such a pussy.
Renie was a darling and kept a steadily flow of ice over my torso until we picked up a mooring in Marina Cay. I drank most of the rum to keep from screaming. Not so fun.
A man named Gun came to fix the engine and tell us that his name was Gun. His name was Gun. He did not fix the engine.
Sunday, December 4, 2011 
A somewhat overcast day that we spent ashore at the Bitter End. Hiking around the island was a highlight. There were many animals, most of which I petted.
There was also a sunset of radness.
Saturday, December 3, 2011 
Another day of sailing and an early mooring grab at Leverick Bay. We met a lady who had 16 grandchildren and gave us cheap drinks. Woot.