This is the reason we came to Hoffman’s CayThis 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.