Wednesday, July 7, 1993

Roy is almost completely well, and I feel much better.
We both paddled ashore this morning. Mailed some mail, made a phone call, and bought a few groceries.
When we got back to the boat, we took Jofian to the fuel dock. Filled her tank and five jerry cans with diesel. Also filled the gasoline can for the generator. Then we took off. Motorsailed northeast towards Cape Fear (lovely name).

Tuesday, July 6, 1993

I felt much worse today. Spent most of the day sleeping. In the middle of the afternoon, I was awakened by a strong gust of wind blowing through the boat. I jumped up and made sure everything was secure. Roy had gone to town to get a few things. Turned on NOAA weather, and they kept repeating severe thunderstorm warnings. I brought in everything that might blow away and kept watch in the cockpit to be sure we didn't drag anchor. Pretty soon I saw white paddles dipping up and down. Here came Roy, paddling along as casually as if it were a lovely, calm day. I let out the floating line, but he didn't need it.
By four o'clock, the storm had blown on by without dumping any rain. Roy went back to the chart store to see if they had the Hurricane Havens Handbook, but they'd never heard of it, which seems strange. You'd think it would be a best-seller in this part of the world.