We finished off Treasure Island this windy, wintry week. Squalls have been roaring down the sides of Quest. We’ve visited Treasure Island as refuge. It took our minds off snapping lines, mooring buoys losing their grip in Trellis Bay and Quest.. well she’s never failed us before. We’ve never been on a buoy before in this much wind. Plans to lift Edna were abandoned, plans to get to shore would have been too.. if not for a set of deep brown eyes and crossed, hairy legs. Among the brief trips to shore, long hours of school work, excellent Barbie measurements and Quest creaking and swinging into the wind like she’s had a bad case of gas, we've curled up and read. About lucky escapes. Gentlemen o’ fortune. Perhaps the best baddie of 'em all; Long John Silver. Here he is, holding Quest in his grip: