Cayman Brac to Jamaica Feb 28

Monday 25 I really had to leave, this mooring is
untenable even in light winds, the reef is just behind me and I wasn’t too
happy with the mooring tether rope it looked a bit frayed under the water. I hadn’t slept and just wanted to get away
from there. I had turned the
refrigerator off to conserve battery power and there was half a pack of bacon
that needed cooking which occupied me for a while. Once it was cooked I took it off the stove
and the rolling threw hot fat over a lot of things, including my leg and a
couple of fingers. Ouch. I sorted my burns, which aren‘t too bad. Left the mess to sort later when it had
cooled down and went to see about getting out of here. It was 6.30 and the mooring ball was in front
where it should be, so no need to check the keel, forget the boathook, who
wants to pick up another mooring ball anyway. I had wondered why all this had happened, was
I supposed to change my mind and go to Panama or Guatamala; there hadn’t been
any bad weather. Oh well, who knows. I sailed with the hydrovane, but took the
wheel as well because the swell was strong and the angle to get away from the
island was not generous. I took a photo
of the end of the island, but look it up on the internet, scary. I spoke to the traffic advisor, who had
promised me a weather forecast yesterday.
It will be like it is for 24 hours and should not be a norther until
Sunday, not much to go on. I sailed 30nm in 12 hours, but am 20nm too
far north. It was the best I could do
with the wind angle and the swell. The
wind was 10-15 knots most of the day, except for the interlude at 23 knots when
I was making 5.4, but this was too heeled over in the swell to continue for
long and the wind dropped, but the swell kept thumping into me. I usually ask the question within the first 3
hours and today was no different – are we nearly there yet? 200nm, if I could go direct I should get in
on day 4, but with all this tacking it is more likely to be day 6, I will be
out here a while! Because the email is not working I used the
sat phone as a phone, for the first time ever.
I got hold of Steve in the US and he is posting my position for me and
providing weather info. It is expensive,
but really good to be able to talk to someone, other than myself. If he posts anything dubious I can delete it
when I get back to civilization. Tuesday 26 Another trying day, trying to get somewhere
near my course. The first 24 hours I did
a lot of miles, but only made 35 miles in the right direction. Because of the wind angle and the current I
cannot get nearer than 70 degrees which means I will be out here forever. Too long on one tack means that if the wind
angle changes or the wind drops and I motor then the time and effort is
wasted. Motoring dead into wind is slow
and depressing, but 1 knot in the right direction is better than the
alternatives at the moment. It was 5pm the
wind angle finally became possible to sail at 40 degrees off the wind, plus the
30 degree further offset from Heading to Course Over Ground, to near my desired
course. I was very happy and am making
about 100 degrees at 2 knots, sometimes a little over both of those. This puts me up the middle of the sea between
Western tip of Cuba and Jamaica. I have
to keep this up as long as I can, but not cut it too close so that the boat
tacks and stalls; which can be very tiring to get it all back balanced. 36 hours and I am nearly 60 miles from Cayman
Brac and 75 to Montego Bay. I was
heading for Port Antonio, but that will probably be day hops up the coast. The wind lasted for 90 minutes and then
died. I spoke to Steve and the wind came
back, light, but from the other tack, so back out went the sails. It is tiring, but nicer to sail if
possible. The oil and fuel filters now
have an unbelievable 200 hours on them and need changing. It was also time to get out the big jumper
and the blanket for the evening. Wednesday 27 The wind was very strong, over 20 knots a lot
of the time and I was making 5 knots.
The wind direction changed and I did not have to tack until the morning
when I was 40 miles from Montego Bay.
There were two cruise liners coming in and they would be there in a
couple of hours. I tacked and was doing
10 miles in 3 hours and then tacked back, effectively covering 10 miles every 6
hours, so I was expecting to be in tomorrow morning. Amazingly the wind changed direction again
for me and I sailed for 24 hours, only turning the motor on to go into the
anchorage. 1700 Anchored in Lucea, aqbout 156 miles
short of Montego Bay. Eat, get weather
from Steve and then sleep. Thursday 28 I had slept in the cockpit, seemed the thing
to do, but I woke up early realizing it was very cold. I took the anchor up and was away before
0630. The wind was forecast to be 5-10
knots for the next couple of days, so it would be motoring, but I really want
to get into Port Antonio tomorrow, about 100 miles away, nearly as far as I had
done in 60 hours. The phrase to describe
sailing passages is ‘long periods of boredom, interspersed with moments of
sheer terror’. The moments of terror are
certainly true, but I am not sure about the boredom. I certainly always want to arrive, but I
think I enjoy the getting there for itself.
Perhaps if there are more people then the jobs are shared and you have
more time to be bored, but I wouldn’t say no to more sleep and reading or
computer, if there is the electricity. There is the sailing, tacking, checking
course and electricity. There is the
motoring, checking the engine, course, fuel.
The heeling of the boat determines which side of the cockpit you sit on
and cushions have to be moved every time I tack. Sit on port side up front to see chart
plotter, on starboard side at back to see instruments on binnacle. Then there is picking up everything that moves
from one side to the other inside the boat according to tack and roughness of
conditions. At night the lights have to be changed according to sailing or
motoring and I have to get some rest without getting into difficulties. The cooking and clearing up continues whether
stopped or at sea. Seems enough to do to
me. Today was particularly busy. 0630 took up anchor and motor out of
anchorage,I have a track to follow so this was not as stressful as coming in
yesterday. There was a tanker coming
toward me, AIS said he was ‘sailing’, so I didn’t bother to call them up on the
radio as they didn’t seem to understand the English language. They came within ¼ mile of me, but I was
ready to do a quick twirl if necessary.
I took a photo, there are no sails evident, they were motoring. I had put a fishing line out, with a clothes
peg to ping off if I caught anything.
This usually works even when it is a piece of seaweed. I was very surprised to see a yellow flashing
behind me, there was a lot of line out.
I managed to bring the fish in and it was 30”, a record for me. I got 8 fillets off the fish and put the rest
back, something will eat it and then cleaned up. I had several sport fisher boats ahead of me
that had to be avoided, but they all went back to shore, the sun was up and
good fishing time had passed. I cooked two fillets for a late breakfast, no
guesses for what is on the menu for lunch and dinner – and again tomorrow. I sorted out the spare ropes at the mast,
which interfere with the genoa furler if they are not loose. I epoxied the hole on the dinghy. I spotted that one of the poles connecting the
sprayhood to the arch was unattached at one end. Luckily the wing nut was still on the side
deck, so that was easily fixed. I checked the engine and fuel which I am
transferring from tank 1 to tank 2 and must not overfill tank 2. I tried to motor sail, but the angle is too
close to keep me far enough away from land, so I put the genoa away for now. I read some of my book and am able to use the
computer because the batteries are full.
Am I bored? Don’t think so. Need
to rest this afternoon because I have the whole night ahead of me. I did have fish for lunch, but could not face
it again for dinner, so tea and biscuits was the alternative. There was no wind and flat calm, so I
motored. 1300 the wind picked up so that
I could sail, so I tacked and I tacked all afternoon and into the night. |