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Untitled seems like the only reasonable start to the skipper's reveries on this voyage.

I don't know where we are  though I know the lat/long puts us at Leverick Bay on Virgin Gorda.

On a hill, overlooking the stereotypical beautiful multi-colored waters of the Caribbean.

Yesterday I was walking down a dock to get block ice, a rare commodity in these parts, vaguely remembering I unsuccessfully tried the same thing at the same dock a couple of years ago, but insisting that I still give it a try once again...and then it suddenly dawned on me:  I have nothing to do.  The identity/anxiety attack did not begin as I still have lots of report writing to finish and send back to Boston.  

But this is a low-impact time down here, and it's actually fun to do some brain work while exploring existential entropy with sunscreen and demon rum.  Ah, for the life of a pirate.

More to follow sometime in the future if the creek don't rise and the good Lord is willing.

Fair winds,

Roger