We scurried down the front dingy dock at one o'clock with instructions in hand. De Anne at the outboard yelling "Which way do I go?" and I with instructions and a GPS pointing and trying to sound like I knew what I was doing. Not everyone was going in the same direction and De Anne, suspicious of my directional capabilities, kept referring me visually to others and their wanderings.
I kept up a brave front and insisted my navigation instructions be followed. After several way points we were required to raise the motor and paddle. My intellect was no longer challenged - just brute strength. It was touch and go; however, we reached the inner dinghy dock before my impending coronary infarction. Ha! Larry's fiendish plot to do away with me and get my electric motor failed!
Following the land-based instructions, I was first to count off the paces and dive into the mangrove swamp. Unfortunantely, I did not find the treasure chest first. Fortunately, the Englishman who won, shared the booty - which you can see in the pictures below disappeared rapidly.
The Winners:
Pirates into the booty:
Captain Morgan (aka Larry) discussing dispursal of the booty:
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