Well, it's over. We're not going to England or Bermuda. Roy called another meeting at 9:30 and "invited" Al to leave. Lloyd decided to leave also. They spent most of the day getting their gear and groceries off the boat and making travel arrangements, while Roy and I wandered around or sat in the lounge to keep out of their way. Since there was far more stuff than they could carry on a plane or train, they decided to rent a car (Roy suggested renting a truck, but it was too expensive). The nearest place where they could rent a one-way car was Raleigh, so they rented a local car from Enterprise and Roy went with them to the Raleigh Airport to get the Hertz car. Roy will drive the Enterprise car back tomorrow.
What a relief to have the boat to ourselves again!
I've gone over in my mind the events of Monday night a thousand times, always with a slightly different scenario, but every time I mentally bring in the headsail, turn the boat around, and head back to deep water. Why didn't I do that in real life? Probably because I'd taken two Dramamine, which always makes me drowsy, I'd only had one hour's sleep, and it was the middle of the night. My body was up walking around, but my brain was asleep. That combined with the chaos, confusion, conflict, stress, pressure, and haste of the past month. The boat just isn't big enough for five people, especially when one of those people is Al Snider. We've learned an expensive lesson, and, as Roy says, we're lucky to have survived.
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