And Party like a Pirate!

That’s the slogan for tonight’s Staniel Cay Yacht Club party. It’s the first of 3 nights of reverie for the New Year.

We may not make it though. We will join the other boaters at the little beach nearby where only cruisers hang out.

It’s outfitted with chairs, a grill and campfire spot, lovingly supplied over the years by boaters before us.

It will be a fun evening before we crash at boaters midnight (dark).

We saw pigs, goats and chickens on the pig island this morning. Ziggy was on the bow watching their every move.

I visited the Clinic and got ear medicine. Ed snorkeled on Thunderball Grotto where they made the Bond movie.

He met a barracuda in the cave but he didn’t bite… Just hovered and glared at the intruder in his space.

Oh and we found out the 285 foot mega yacht we passed anchored outside on the Banks here is owned by Steven Spielburg. $200 million boat called the Seven Seas.

I bet he’s never had battery, water pump or toilet issues. Or if he did the 26-man crew probably never told him.

Moving on to Black Point tomorrow early! Aaaaargh.