IMG_1719 This is the reason we came to Hoffman’s CayIMG_1751This is the reason we left Hoffman’s Cay. This photo was over a week after the sea urchin incident. A spike went in one side, and came out the other… amongst many many others.

The day after Katie got destroyed by a sea urchin, Nick and Hilary left. Braving nearly a two day trip back to Fort Lauderdale, we were not up for such an adventure. One hand, wax dog, and black eye here… alone at the anchorage. Nope, we weren’t going anywhere. So there we were, all alone for the majority of the afternoon, until our lord and savior came cruising by on a 60-some foot charter boat “Sundancer” full of people. New friends?

Katie was in pain, sea urchin spikes stuck in every finger. We had a feeling this charter boat would have someone on board with medical knowledge…. maybe some ibuprofen…maybe some ice. We zoomed over in Madbob, side by side with Sundancers massive haul, and sure enough, she was full of young buck boy- scouts.  Amongst all the young scouts and their fathers, was “the one” the guy we were hoping for. Captain Steve. A weathered, white haired, rough voiced, yet very kind gentleman with thick lines throughout his face. Katie’s new doctor. The scouts hopped into the big blue, and swam to shore with their fathers to explore the nearby blue hole. Katie and I, sitting upon Sundancers deck with Capt. Steve. Of course he knew all about sea urchins, and how to treat them. He went below to get his “supplies” mean time Katie and I eyed one another which meant “oh shit, what is this guy going to do”

Captain Steve used a light anesthetic all over the wounds, a sharp metal pick, and began ripping open the areas that had been punctured. Katie didn’t make a sound, didn’t flinch, just squeezed her eyes shut as he dug deep into her fingers. This took hours. Eventually 1/2 inch long spikes were expelling themselves out of the opposite side of her fingers they had gone into.  I was fascinated, Katie not so much. When the boy scouts returned, they did a count off confirming each ones presence. Each one having a nick-name, and a duty aboard the vessel. It was dinner time, and they insisted that the ladies stay. The boys prepared the best baked mac and cheese and conch fritters I’ve ever tasted, and possibly were the most polite young men on the planet. Katie and I were in Bikinis. We were not planning on spending the afternoon and evening with 13 year old boys and their fathers during their journey to manhood. I have never wanted clothes on so bad in my life.

5 thoughts on “BOY SCOUTS

  1. glad they offered you some clothes. glad Katie’s fingers are on the way. i cant even imagine how a week of that would have felt.

  2. Glad to read this next entry of how the sea urchin encounter played out. As an Eagle Scout, I was also glad to hear you were well taken care of. That training has certainly come in handy on our adventures, whether back country backpacking or canoeing the interior of Algonquin Provincial Park or helping with inner city service projects. Looking forward to continued adventures, and Be Prepared!

  3. Now that you’ll are back in the States, hopefully Katie has seen medical attention. Keep us posted.

    Dot and John
    s/v Scallywag

  4. I’m guessing that the two beautiful girls that come over needing assistance will go down in history as these boys grow older. I’m sure the story will get told again and again with each time it being added to over the years. I’d like to hear it….say 5/8 years from now when these boys are around a campfire in college.

    More glad to hear Katie was taken care of before it got infected

  5. It happened two days ago. I’m not sure how I came across it, but I found a website:

    Not knowing what I would learn from two young girls on a boat, I read. For two days. Yes, I learned something, like, A LOT–and was quite entertained at the same time.

    Like many of the other people who commented, I wish I had done what you two have done when I was your age. Cut the cord and head toward open water, living the life. Instead I got the 9-5 job like most people, and spent 35 years fighting traffic jams twice a day. Yuck.

    Fortunately, two years ago, my two sons decided to buy a sailboat and asked me to join their partnership. We bought a 24 foot O’day which we outgrew in ten months, then bought a 27 foot Tartan.

    My hope is that sometime down the road we will be able to sail from Baltimore to the Bahamas. Hence your blog is perfect for me to see what we will have to look forward to, both the good and the bad.

    So, Katie and Jessie, thank you for all the photos and text. I will be checking in regularly to keep up with the two of you and your wonderful adventure.

    Alan Gilmore

    P.S. I loved the February 19, 2013 photo of your feet in front of the knives. My first thought was, My God, she’s a mutant. Then I realized you had simply crossed your legs for the photo.

    P.S.S. Please, don’t tell me that you really are a mutant, even if it’s true.

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