after the requisite day of looting the pirate treasure that Mom brought down from the motherland, and oohing and aahing over all the goodies, it was time to get her out on the water......to the old pirate stronghold of Port Royal, just 6 miles east of Jonesville.

Now the funny part about sailing in the Caribbean is, 6 miles east means a 3 hour sail, but 6 miles west - on the way back - means about 40 minutes. Gotta love those tradewinds. so the trip there was awfully wet, lots of short tacking back and forth. Mom was a good sport about it, and the really funny part was Allen and I were seasick but momma the landlubber was fine. The Captain went belowdecks and slept for the entire trip, but we ladies had a nice time of it.