In the About Us post, I told you about taking the owners of Water Lily on an extended cruise through the Caribbean. Now I would like to add to that.
First, I want to tell you something about me personally. I tend to contribute my wanderlust and love of the sea to atavism. My great grandfather, Captain Joseph Myrick, was the skipper of Baltimore clipper ships back in the 1800s.
I strongly believe that some of his genes filtered down to me. Anyway, the thought of this cruise really turned me on! Boy, was I gung ho!
We visited the major islands, some of which, I vividly remember. The French island of Martinique is where we spent a couple of weeks getting a new fuel tank built. It rained frequently, so, on those occasions, Les and I played a lot of chess. Les also treated us to some great meals ashore.
One day we taxied to Saint Pierre, the original capital of Martinique. This is where, in 1902, the nearby volcano, Mount Pelee, erupted suddenly and violently. It killed, in a matter of minutes, thirty thousand people, the entire population of the city.
A lone prisoner, in solitary confinement in a dungeon, was the only survivor. A visit to the museum, with many articles salvaged from the ruins, was quite disturbing, as you can imagine.
The British island of Saint Lucia has one of the most gorgeous harbors we have ever anchored in—Marigot Bay. I tried to insert a photo of this bay, but had problems. I will try to insert it in the future with a post on St. Lucia.
Marie and I went in to the small town of Vieux Fort one evening to see a movie. It happened to be an action-packed, Grade C Western. Well, this was the damndest show either of us had ever experienced. We couldn’t hear any of the dialogue; the natives supplied that, nonstop.
For example, when the hero (the one with the white hat) was about to be attacked from behind, the natives screamed, “WATCH OUT, HEY, LOOK BEHIND YOU! And they were so loud; we could almost feel the theater shake.
Marie and I were laughing so hard we finally had to leave the theater.
On our radio, we heard about a hurricane headed our way. I immediately headed for English Harbor,
Antigua. This is known as an excellent harbor to sweat out a hurricane. There is an outer and an inner harbor. I made our way back to the inner one.
I secured the Water Lily with two anchors forward in a large vee. I then tied our stern similarly to roots of the mangroves. This was probably overkill, but I wanted to make sure we could ride it out—not take any chances.
We heard that the hurricane reached 125 knots outside the harbor; we only registered about 60 knots on our anemometer. But, boy, did it rain!