As the rains continue to fall and the wind is now about 35 mph, I causally wave at the poor souls hanging onto any they can find onboard. Sabrina as it attempts to get through the 5-7 foot swells on it's way to the other side of Roatan. The crew was not it's singing island self but more like a pissed off golf course cart guy waiting for the only numb nuts golfer to go out in the thunderstorm. I wish them well and doubt that I will see them at dinner. And so it goes in the Bay Islands. No diving for this cowboy today. No way. I'm blaming it on a bit of back ache and a few years of boat barfing experience. I have managed to find some island indoor sports to lift my damp spirits. It's not exactly the moonlight beach limbo contest but one must endeavor to persevere.
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