Location: West End, Tortola
The day started out slow. We all began to get up with the knowing of it being our last day. Some had been up already to finish up writing letters to one another. We all sat and ate cereal together in the cockpit until it was time for me, along with all the other boat skippers, to meet at Sanchrisa for the route of the big race. I got my information and headed back to Squeaky to hype up the crew. We turned up the jams and went over our game plan to win the race. We had a mini dance party, then they counted us down. 3-2-1 we were off! As soon as we got going, we had a cleat confusion and our main sheet flew off, causing us to fall far back. At first, we were upset, but after getting our music, back on it was back to good vibes. We all were just happy to be in each other’s presence. During the tack around the mooring, we managed to pass one boat and not get in last place, which was enough for us. After the race ended, we napped on the bow as usual until it was time for some boat appreciation. We cleaned up our Squeaky one last time underway. We docked at our final destination, ordering some pizza and finishing up cleaning We had some shore time, allowing ourselves some sweet treats. Time ticked by and we took some messy dock showers with shampoo fights. Ready to go after getting changed, it was BBQ time. We spent every second we could glued to one another, soaking in the time we had left. We ate dinner and then it was time for Mike’s final talk. We sat in silence and then made our way back to Squeaky for our last squeeze. My question was, if you could thank each other on Squeaky for one life lesson they taught you, what would it be? Tears were shed and at the end, hugs were exchanged. The last three weeks were incredible and I will never forget the memories made. Squeaky B out for last time.