Location: Great Harbor, Peter Island
Constantin here again. This blog is a special one because we dedicate this blog to Luke’s mom. Because Luke forgot to call his parents, I will do his job for him and inform his parents about our happenings. Today we had a big day. We started bright and early with a two-o’clock prank on Nomada Caribeña. Great way to demoralize competition for race day. Later that morning, I had a skipper meeting with the other boats on sail side A. We discussed the race course for our drag race. When I came back, we got ready for the race, and morale was high. We got our five-minute warning to get ready and put the main sail up. Peyton and Sam did a good job of getting the sail up, and Grayson steered us to the start line, and Sloane, Luke, Sam, and I got ready to pull out the Jib. The way to win was to pull the Jib out faster than the rest. With that goal in mind, we stared down the other boats and awaited the countdown. As the speaker reached one, we started tugging like maniacs at the jib sheet. We started off great. With an early lead, we were in second, but we were at a disadvantage in every single way. Our sail was too short, we were in a bad position, we had a dinghy pulling us down, we weren’t a race boat, and the Cats have taller rigs than us. It wasn’t our fault. We came in sixth, but we took it like champs and motored to West End. We spent about two hours there, but there wasn’t much to do, so it was a lot of hanging out at restaurants.
We sailed over to Great Harbor on Peter Island. It’s a beautiful anchorage with a great view. We did our sailing certification, and I did pretty well, but Hayley got an 88% (the highest score of the group). After that, we mostly hung out and made our Turk’s Head bracelets. We showered, had Mexican night, and squeeze started with a very interesting conversation about who we were in Lord of the Rings. The end got kind of chaotic, and now I’m here writing this blog. I don’t know what we are doing after the dishy pit, but it’s usually interesting. Today was pretty hectic, so we’re all pretty tired. We’re still having fun, and we’re sad we’re almost done—peace out.