Last we left off we had liberated our buddy Phil and I stitched Adams foot while underway…
We arrived in one (stitched up) piece to Rum Cay just in time to catch a beautiful sunset and make dinner before we both fell into a heavy well deserved sleep! 
Rum Cay is appropriately named after a ship carrying barrels of rum wrecked on its dangerous coral reef in the 18th century and the men all made it to shore but with nothing to survive other than rum! (We can assure you there is no shortage of Rum even to this day)