And now we reach the point where Tom and Linda are happy they did not stay. We left Sandals resort marina with gray skies that quickly turned to squalls. The winds were 10 to 15 during the day. And they rose to 20 as we looked for a place to spend the night. Some of us decided that the best thing to do would be to sleep through the passage. So some of us retreated to our cabins. And, of course, once some of us were sleeping we finally caught a fish! The call went out for all hands on deck to see the fish. It was a tuna. Terry and Mike think it was a 6 pounder. Peggy thinks it was an 8 pounder. Gee thinks it was ginormous and probably weighed 20 pounds! We actually got him on board, Terry gave him a drink of rum, and he got wrapped in a towel as we continued to search for a place to spend the night. Staniel Cay was not an option because they had no slips left. We ended up anchoring in Black Point Harbour on Great Guana Cay. Mike made tacos for dinner while Terry cleaned the tuna. He got five really nice tuna steaks out of it. This was a great anchorage. Although the wind continues to blow and the rain continues to fall, Lux is comfortable. Right now, Mike is busy making French toast. The rest of us are either watching him cook or watching Terry write in his little orange notebook. The only one being different is Carol. She is busy watching the water and the wind meter. She just reported a wind speed of 23. That is the highest she has seen - although it does feel as though it is slowly picking up. So, the French toast was great. Mike used freshly ground nutmeg, and it really kicked it up a notch. It does seem that Mike has gone stir crazy. Terry thinks he has gone delusional because he is standing around trying to quote from the great books and famous movies - as Mike tries to claim that being able to do so is critical. Unfortunately for him, no one else in this crew believes him. And it just keeps raining. And Lux is starting to leak. Terry said, "We have water coming aboard, and it is from the top." Peggy just found another leak. Terry and Sam are devolving into discussions about the speed of light. And it just keeps raining. Oh, did we talk about Carol and the killer Mosquitos? No. It seems that Carol suffered the most from our last stop where there were so many Mosquitos. She has bug bites all over. We have her on a steady diet of Benadryl. She has gone through a tube of cortisone cream, and she is still miserable. It is lucky for the rest of us that she continues to be bait. And still it continues to rain.