Location: Great Harbor, Peter Island
Day 17 began in one of my personal favorite locations along this voyage, Sandy Spit. I woke up and went straight to munching on my marshmallow fruity pebbles. After my breakfast feast, I went right back to bed and arose upon our arrival in West End. Gene, Nat, and Nat gifted us 2 hours of land time. As the renowned, acclaimed feminist poet that I am, my first stop was obviously the coffee shop for my daily iced vanilla matcha latte with Daisy, Emily, Juliet, and Matthew, where we sat and had an intellectual discussion regarding the horrific gender wage gap, after consuming my extremely exquisite matcha that also came with a hefty price, almost a whopping 10 dabloons per beverage. We mobilized to the grocery store where we were to scavenge and restock our ship’s rations. We purchased Nutella and Oreos, which were eradicated with haste upon our return to our naval vessel by Daisy, Emily, and Juliet, who devoured them like a flock of seagulls. After plumping up Oreos and Nutella, we all fell into a deep slumber as we set sail for GHP.
After we awoke from hibernation, we set up our dive gear for a wreck dive. Conditions were a little choppy, and visibility was suboptimal, so we only saw a small part of the wreck before we returned to our home away from home. Once the anchor had been strategically positioned, we began to take our ocean showers. I was aghast when I caught glimpse of the ladies swimming amongst swarms of malicious jellyfish. Without thought, my feminist instincts drove me to take a heroic leap of faith into the perilous waters. Without hesitation, I swam into all of the and directed them away from the women as a true feminist like myself would as I exclaimed “ Ladies, I got this (smirk emoji)” Parents don’t worry, your daughters are safe, thanks to me (soft chuckle). After my heroic performance, Matthew and Natalia whipped up some extravagant chili for supper. Whilst we sat around the dinner table, we were perplexed to be informed that Juliet’s cliff bar stash had diminished, and she no longer had her main food source. We then began a hasty cleanup and prepared for our 8:30 bedtime. Another great day filled with matcha, feminism, and poetry in the books, my feminist poetry book that is.