The two days of sailing were a "breeze", with the exception of some splashes to make it interesting.
The overnight (2 nights ago) in Roseau, Dominica, was the only bloggable issue. We had Roseau in our sights, when we saw two high-speed boats with boat boys heading for us. The one who arrived first had turned around to talk to us and was alongside, when the second one went by at about 40 knots, within inches of his boat. The splash got us all, and the first boat was violently flung against Cat Tales. The first boater dropped back, and reached into the bottom of his boat. He came up with a tennis
ball sized rock, and flung it at the other driver, giving him a glancing blow to his back. The two boats then roared around each other in circles, yelling and screaming. The first driver had more perfect projectiles and a few bottles, and let them fly without any direct hits. Both drivers dared to continue to offer services, while we told them to clear out. They both screamed to shore in opposite directions.
The first driver came back after a bit, and convinced us of his innocence in the affair, and also convinced us of the need of a mooring, as Roseau has only deep water. We took the mooring. After tying up, the driver, Brian, also convinced Laurie to go with him to the Coast Guard station to lay a complaint. The man who met us at the dock said the other driver had already registered a complaint, and thanked us for coming in to tell his/our side.
The complaint process was hilarious. The official was scratching stuff down on scrap paper, and quickly boiled it down with a "he said, she said" attitude. No affadavits, no signatures, no official stuff; even though Brian continuously made threats of violence against the other boater. Both the official and me took the primary job to be the calming down of Brian. Brian, a wild-looking 70-percent-naked rasta, kept yelling that he "brought the white man" in with him to prove his case. Laurie,
besides telling him to stop making violent threats in front of an official, suggested to him that he could simply call him Laurie instead of the "white man".
Anyway, we're here enjoying an anchor beer, and will slowly pick up to go in to clear. A shore lunch may be in order along with a domino game tonight.
