Back at the resort I got the sail out of the bin.  As usual the bin was locked.  But it wasn’t too difficult to figure out the combination.  Thank you Hilda Swenson, and Holt Scotto for teaching me how to read nautical flags.

Sailing wasn’t all that hard, well it was if you were trying to sail against the wind.  Then it was down right impossible.  Anyway I found JR’s beacon, and a bottle with a scrap of paper in it.  I must have had Hilda on my mind, because she is notorious for leaving messages in a bottle.  But she lives in the North West and I was in the Caribbean, so I knew it wasn’t her.