Location: Isle Fourche, St. Barths
There were many sleepy faces in the crowd at breakfast, but this did not stop us for long. You may wonder how we do this, and the answer is: We are just that awesome at what we do. We got ready for our long motor passage to Isle Fourche, a whopping five nautical miles! As we planned our course, Captain Jack got us checked out of St. Barths at customs. The staff is slowly handing the ship over to us for this passage and the ones to come. Thus we start up the engine, helm the boat, and haul the anchor without much of their input. We then made our way across the high seas with the engine roaring to this pretty little island wedged off the coasts of St. Maarten and St. Barths. It wouldn’t have been worthwhile to sail because of the time it takes to raise and drop the canvas in such a short distance. Once we arrived in the “Bay of confusion,” a whale sighting greeted us. The young skipper boy Jon rushed to midships to see this sight, yet he had been fooled by the mischievous and devious Matty, and what he actually saw was just a submerged tock hazard. After this unfortunate prank, we sat down to dine on a scrumptious lunch prepared by experienced underway galley masters Noah and Megan. After we waited for a half-hour, for the safety, of course, we were off to spend the afternoon in the water. We drift dove around the point of the bay in two groups of divers. This reef was teeming with life, and we were surrounded by schools of Groupers, Horse Eye Jacks, Black Durgon, and Barracuda. Some lucky aquatic fanatics even had a turtle sighting, and some battling large spiny lobsters. Post diving, we roused the sleepy crew off their naptime beds on deck to be lead by the one and only Mollie in a leadership activity. She planned out an underwater game of capture the flag. Fun was had by both teams, and although it was a draw (0-0), we swam our little hearts out. We had one last burst of enthusiasm after dinner at the mention of the b-word (brownies)!!! We all rallied ourselves to rise up and learn about tides. Now we’re off to bed to rest for our sunrise hike early tomorrow morning. With only two weeks left, it is sad to think about the end. Families, are you sure we have to come home?!