So today is thursday…. uhhhh… i think. And on the list of responsibilities, i am chief navigator. Uhoh, I don't know if we want the fate of the crew resting in my hands… lol. My job should i choose to accept it, is to guide our vessel from the port of Anegada all the way to the wreckage site of the Chikuzen (some lil buoy out in the middle of open water) and then from there to the southern tip of the Isle Guana called Monkey Point.
So we got up, had breakfast, and with some much appreciated help from Adnieszka i plotted our course from Anegada to the wreck of the Chikuzen. We set sail on a course of 245 degrees southwest magnetic. And we made pretty decent time to the wreckage site. It was Mikes first time there so we were all pretty unsure of what to expect. When the GPS indicated we were where the wreck site was we started looking around for a buoy that should of marked it out. We saw a small pair just off the port side, one yellow and one white so we went ahead and picked it up. When we did Don was stuck with the dirty job of securing it to the cleat hitch on our port bow. This thing was really gross, it looked like something straight out of davy jones's locker, covered in slimy sea weed barnacles and muscles. After we secured it Mike, Don, Agnieszka and myself dived in and started trying to find the wreck. Ill have to admit i was a lil intimidated, seeing as how this was a pretty "open water" dive… I wouldn't admit it at the time, but i still think bout the movie Jaws every once in a while. I know i know, theres more chance of me getting killed by bees or a car accident than there is of me getting bit by a shark, but i just don't care. Say the odds are 1 in a million that it could happen, just watch me be that one in a million…. Dang black side! why cant i just be totally dumb like that crocodile hunter guy!!! lol.. just kiddin…. no im not … Well, long story long, we looked around for about 5-10 minutes and gave up, i guess visibility was just a lil too bad in the area.
After that we took a change of course to 209 degrees S.W. magnetic for the isle of Guana. Our wind died down a bit so we dropped the genoa and motor sailed with our main the rest of the way. We came in to the channel between Guana isle and Great Camanoe, then headed south down around Monkey point on Guana and grabbed a mooring buoy on the east side of it.
Turns out Guana Island is privately owned. So you really arent supposed to go on shore. Well, today the crew of the Patricia J (the name of our ship) felt like living a lil on the wild side. Our mooring spot was a cool lil spot with turquoise water, just above a choral reef and there was a cave and a lil secluded beach we could call our own. The temptation was far too great to resist swimming to the beach of Patricia J (thought we'd get a lil conquistadorish and start claiming stuff that already belongs to someone else…lol….) So we took a swim through the reef and cave and ended up on the beach, which connected through to another beach on the other side of the point, which is where we got back in and snorkeled all the way around monkey pt. back to our boat. A lil more my style then the whole open water thing…
We then settled in for dinner, BBQ chicken. Ummmmmmhmmmmmm :-D..…. (the extra dots are drool coming out of my mouth…. (just kidding….. no im not))
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