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St Kitts, Finale
The only other scary thing that happened during this trip was when B and my husband decided to go sailing. L and I wisely opted out and sat on the beach where we could relax and watch our men be manly. The sky was blue and the sea was calm as they set out. We watched as their sail filled with wind, the little boat picked up speed and promptly tipped over. We on the shore didn’t panic because we saw their bobbing heads and attempts to right the boat. (It wasn’t until later that we found out how they were yelling at each other. B in particular was annoyed because he had assumed that my husband, being from Annapolis, knew how to sail. This was a bad assumption.) Finally the guys got back onto the boat and proceeded to sail out of sight. This worried me a little, but what could I do, so I went back to reading my book. Suddenly my friend shouted “Look! Now they’ve got it! See how fast they’re going!” I jumped up out of my chair and watched in pride and amazement. Until, that is, we noticed the line going from their craft to a large boat filled with a lot of angry people. Our sailors were being towed by a scuba-expedition tour boat that had paused to fish them out of the deep. Once near enough to the shore, our men shamefacedly dragged their vessel up onto the beach, where they were met by the boat rental guy chewing them out for misrepresenting themselves as knowledgeable about sailing. I think L and I can be forgiven for pretending we didn’t know them.