Since we last wrote, we've been hanging out in various bays, running errands, fixing things and getting ready for Quincy and Sarah's visit. And now, we are enjoying having friends aboard. We arrived in Red Hook on Monday, the 17th, so the visitors could take a taxi and find us, and we could take advantage of being in the USVI for provisioning, and various marine supplies. One of the projects we decided to undertake was replacing the smelly hose under the galley sink.
    We took the dollar bus to Charlotte Amalie, and visited Radio Shack, Budget Marine and K-mart. Hundreds of dollars poorer, we returned to Red Hook. Next to us in the marina , we met Ed and Tina who live aboard a Beneteau 35 and work as Captain and first mate on a Hinkley 51 taking people on day sails from Caneel Bay. We went up to the bar and got lots of tips and advice from them. Ed used to be a CFO, and he likes being a Captain much better. The next gig they have lined up is 3 year gig on a 136 foot motor yacht. They start in Connecticut, take the boat down to the Caribbean for the first year. There will be the two of them and the pilot/engineer aboard, and then 3 more staff when family and guests join them. Then for the second year, the boat will be barged to the Med, where they will spend a year exploring. For the third year, the boat will be barged to Seattle, where they will take it up to Fairbanks, and then the year will be spent going down the coast. They get the boat for themselves and their friends 4 weeks a year, and are extremely well paid for this gig.
     In the morning, Lance started working on removing the smelly hose, which plugs into a y-valve and joins the galley sink discharge. Because the hose clamps were rusted, he disconnected the part of the galley hose that attached to the seacock. Much cursing and swearing, as part of the seacock came off with the hose. Ed from next door came over to look, and he and Lance agreed that one could remove the top of the seacock, and replace that part of the connection. This involved buying some new wrenches, which we needed anyway, and studying seacocks in the local marine supply store. So, with bung and hammer at the ready, Lance attempted to remove the top part of the seacock. It basically fell apart in his hands. More cursing and swearing. Remember, all this was just a minor repair to replace a smelly hose, which drains a compartment that we don't even know why it needs a drain!. At this point, I'm thinking we're going to have to haul the boat out and replace the through-hull and Quincy and Sarah are arriving this afternoon. But Lance persevered, and with help from the marine store and the hardware store nearby, acquired a set of parts that could replace the seacock and elbow joint, and got them all installed without letting very much water in the boat. So we managed to get fuel, water, do the laundry, finish the provisioning, and check the email to see when the airplane is actually arriving. Quincy and Sarah found us around 4pm, and we managed to check out and take off so we wouldn't have to spend another night in the marina. We decided to try Hawksnest Bay on St. John, and when we got there at around 6, with the sun