Location: Antigua
Hi everyone! It’s Emalizz! Your skipper, one last time. Tragic, I know. This morning I woke up feeling a very specific, very rare form of skipper-ness the kind that’s equal parts pride and sadness, and pure fear because I decided to wake everyone up with Charleston Girl. Both loved and hated. Today’s schedule was that one group went to shore in the morning, while the other went dinghy sailing, and then we traded in the afternoon. My group went to the beach, and some of us (Matt, Teo, and Cameron) went to the other side of the island for lunch, just because we felt like it. Eventually, we rallied at the dinghy dock for sailing, which listen. “Dinghy sailing” might be a generous term for whatever chaos unfolded (at least for chloe and i) but It was more like controlled sinking with moments of optimism. However, Chloe and I only capsized once, which, statistically, makes us practically professionals. After this, we went to visit Tomasto and Marco, our two favorite humans on this entire island, at the local restaurant. We inhaled burritos and waited for the call to head back to the boat. Overall? A 10/10 day. A great time, great food, minimal capsizing. Honestly, the only thing wrong with it is that it didn’t last longer. I’ll miss everything about this boat, especially this job.