Our plans to sail to Rockhall and eat crabs with friends were scrapped when the weather forecast showed 80% chance of rain with 50% of thunderstorms all weekend. We are not simple fairweather sailors, but a forecast like that just looks like no fun at all. So, with a long list of chores aboard anyway,…
The anticipation for Tuna Rolls was building as we entered Redhouse Cove. It was July 5th, and the plan was to find a relatively quiet spot around Gibson Island to drop the hook for the night. Get that anchor set and dinner will soon be in the works. Forty-five minutes and one jammed windlass later,…
Captain Peter here, filling in for my buccaneer bride, Kristin as she finishes her final week of swashbuckling across Afghanistan (huh??) It was July 4, and while we did all of our prep work on the sailboat, we were also cooking for dockside fireworks with our little marina community. That meant we’d need food in…
It’s Friday the 13th, when all true pirates fear the Curse of the Muertos Moon! Jolly Roger sought the ultimate form of revenge for Amo Dorsi, making him undead by casting a spell all over the Caribbean! He cursed the moon so that any pirate caught in its rays would instantly turn into the undead! This…