A glorious sunny day and flat seas were waiting for us as we left the Port Royal inlet into the ocean. A power boater's dream: mirror flat. About two hours into the passage as we were getting ready to relax, the smell of diesel overpowered us. Juan had been noticing droplets of fuel around one of the injector pumps and was hoping it would hold until Faraway was in Miami. It didn't and the droplets became a thin spray. After an hour debating whether to turn back, two calls to Marco and suggestions from Blue Phoenix, we tied a piece cloth around the injector, let it fall inside a plastic cup and collected the fuel there. There was no wind so we could not help the engine with the sails. We put them up any way because any whiff helped.
Twelve long hours later, we headed into St. Mary's cut. A very different cut from the one we faced last time: no waves, no submarines hailing; the only challenge was making sure we saw the markers.
The crew is showered, clean and happy. Tomorrow we will worry about repairs...
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