We get up early and motor over to Petit Tabac, the location for the scene from Pirates of the Caribbean where Johnny Depp is marooned by his crew and Keira Knightly blows up his stash of rum.
Again, alone on this island, we wander around. It is idyllic. Truly beautiful.
Photos: Petit Tabac in all its morning glory
Photo: Terry discovers the delights of exfoliating with sand – but exfoliating what?
We watch as other boats arrive in front of the island then disappear as there is only really room for one boat to be anchored – the reef doesn’t allow much room for manoeuvre here. After a couple of hours though, we leave and make room for others.
We sail the 19 miles to Mustique but unfortunately arrive there when all the mooring staff are at lunch – they normally come out to help you tie up to a mooring ball as they are not the type with a floating ‘eye’ or one that pulls up through the centre of the ball. I try to hook it with the boat hook and pull the mooring ball up but end up having to let go of the hook (which thankfully stays attached to the ball and floats) so Terry has to jump into the water and wait for us to throw him the lines so that he can thread them through. He has to pass us the mooring hook back so that we can lean over and take the lines back to the boat while Mike tries his best not to mow him down with Jeannius as from back in the cockpit, he can’t see what’s going on. Anyway, we successfully tie up without killing Terry and he has just got back on the boat when one of the staff turns up for the EC$200 mooring fee. This covers 3 nights whether you want them or not so isn’t as excessive as it first seems (unless you do only want to stay the one night of course).
There’s a bit of lounging around, snoozing and reading in the afternoon. In the distance a squall pass through but leaves us alone.
Photo: A passing squall
Photo: Come on, Mike, that was just one girlie Pina Colada
Dinner on board is followed by more Gavin and Stacy, this now being our usual evening routine, then we are rocked gently to sleep in an anchorage that can be unbelievably rolly, but tonight is behaving itself.
Photo: The sun sets behind a series of squall crossing the horizon
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