Friday. 11AM. In a slip in Honokahau Harbor, Kailua Kona.
We picked up the Fairwinds' mooring in Kealakekua Bay at 5PM after they left for the day yesterday. We were relaxing, and Michael was below creating a culinary masterpiece when a two story tour boat complete with water slide came around the point and into the bay at 6PM.
We quickly dropped the mooring and powered out into the bay assuming they were coming in to pick up the ball. Keep in mind we had no right to be on the mooring. I just like to use it when its owners are gone. It is the only legitimate mooring in Kealakekua Bay, and you are not allowed to anchor there.
It turned out to be a sunset dinner cruise, and they had no intention of picking up the mooring. We stood off anyway, and watched them as the skipper described Captain Cook's demise directly ashore. When he was done with his talk, he invited his 50 guests to have dinner at the buffet on the lower deck. It was a feeding frenzy of epic proportions, rows of fat tourists shoveling food onto their plates and into their mouths. We haven't yet seen schooling fish in a frenzy like this so far, but at least we've seen the human equivalent. They left after about an hour, we picked up the mooring again, and had a pleasant evening.
We played our first two games of cribbage after dinner. I will say no more than Michael is now out for revenge.
Michael is the ultimate shipmate. I discovered this when we were sailing together on Van Diemen in 2017. His enthusiasm and positive attitude are boundless, and he is an excellent seaman. He has assumed control of the galley and provisions, which is fine with me. He is creative, organized, and fast. We have been eating like kings. I am lucky to have him aboard, and glad to share the experience with him.
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