The beautiful sunset and fresh slipper lobster on the southern tip of Long Island had us in love with our magical lives… But that didn’t last long. The wind switched and the boat started rocking, just a little bit though and I was nearly rocked to sleep, weary to the bones from my day of diving.
Then the rocking and rolling got a little worse, then a little worse, then even worse, till finally we were being thrown out of bed!! Why!?! Argh, just want to go to Sleep!!!!
Sleeping was out of the question now though, instead we were running a fire drill around the boat trying to store everything before it crashed to the floor.
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)