This morning, as we are hanging out in the deck 8 lounge, the Captain once again comes on the tannoy and informs us that we will not be making our next port due to potential high winds and round seas.
We look around. Sailing protected in what looks like a small bay, we don’t get it. All looks peaceful and calm. I would have appreciated stopping at Woody Point. There is an old fort, there are a couple of artisan shops which just might be open. There is also (according to the town’s website) a pub or two. But, considering some of the rough seas we have encountered, I am not second guessing the Captain’s decisions. I have done the not fun/dangerous transfer from tender to ship in the Pacific and I have no particular interest in doing that again.
I am just taking this as a relaxing day in which I can listen to audio books, stitch, and catch a nap. That and I should probably consider turning in some more laundry.
