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blahblahwritings · 4 years

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Contracts and Captains. - IV

A/N: Remember how I posted something before one of my other fics saying that I had been consistently updating for weeks? Neither do I lmao who was she? Don’t know her anyway heres the fourth chapter of this black sails fic.

Words: 1823. Honestly I’ve been writing this since about 12pm I don’t know how its so short and its probably shit bc I haven’t written anything in months.

Warnings: Mentions of vomit as per the last chapter. Think thats it lmao. See you in three months.

As your eyes opened, there were a blissful couple of seconds where the previous night’s encounter didn’t exist in your memory. But, just like the sun flooding the room, unwanted flashes of vomit and slurred words rose like a tidal wave in your minds eye. You rolled over, burying your face and groaning into the pillow out of sheer embarrassment as a dull throbbing started in the depths of your skull.

Why did you keep drinking? You could’ve simply had one or two before retiring for the night and you wouldn’t have met that boatswain or thrown up on your own boots. What was his name again? Ben? Boyd? No, they weren’t quite right. Either way you made a mental note to apologise again whenever you next saw him.

Slowly, you tugged your still clothed limbs from the thin sheets, trying not to jostle your stomach too much for fear of whatever was left in there making an unwelcome appearance. Your pants were scuffed from where you took a tumble outside the tavern, your shirt was half undone, probably from a failed attempt to undress before not-so-gracefully falling into bed. A single boot was thrown on the floor alongside your coat, the other still stuck on your foot. What a mess.

A hot bath, that's what you needed, and a hearty breakfast if your insides don’t bring it back up. Pulling on the other boot, you made your way to one of the girls working downstairs, trading her coin to fill the tub in your room. You must’ve looked rough as you passed her to get to the man at the bar because when he turned to look at you, his brows shot up, disappearing behind his hair.

“You look like you could use a little hair of the dog, love.” He chuckled, eyes scanning your disheveled form. A grimace was your immediate response. “Some food then.” He offered, filling a bowl with something that you didn’t stop to look at as you practically inhaled it. The man watched you with a knowing smirk and had you not felt so terrible you’d have spat out a snarky comment. You chose to gulp down your water instead.

“Thank you.” You huffed with a small nod, tossing some money on the counter before you headed back upstairs. The state you were in just added to this morning's growing list of regrets but you weren’t quite sure if you cared how you looked to anyone else right now. All that was on your mind was a piercing headache and a good soak.

Stripping off, you stepped into the water, sinking down slowly as your body got used to the heat. Finally, with a heavy sigh, you rested your head on the back of the tub, your aching muscles beginning to relax. Scented oils and soaps were left on a stand by the bath. Working a generous amount between your palms, you massaged your limbs and torso getting rid of any tension and purging the memories of last night’s… festivities. In the quiet of your room, you took a moment to trace the small scars that littered your form, fingers landing at last on the freshly healed knife wound from only a few weeks ago. The soft pink flesh was still tender, and if you moved the wrong way it would ache. It was dangerous to be alone on this island, in this line of work. You needed friends, not just contacts. A crew, perhaps.

Letting your mind wander, you thought about your new found place among Flint’s men. You had to keep bringing in leads to be of any value to him, lest you risk being tossed aside and left in the dirt. He and his crew were among the most revered on the island, therefore cementing your part in that would bring security. It would ensure that other crews would leave you alone, as you were important to someone they feared and the consequences of harming you could be severe.

Then again, there was a little more than security on your list of perks as you thought more about the taller man from last night. He was kind to you, not that the others weren’t having bought your drinks and all, but, he made sure you were safe and fed. Billy Bones. You recalled. Replaying the meeting in your head, you winced at the slurred introduction and the puking soon after. Why did you care about how he saw you? Was it because he was the crew’s boatswain or because he was handsome and softer than most pirates you’d met.

Catching that last thought, you shook it from your head, refusing to let it take root in your brain. Attachments like that are a weakness here and you cannot afford to have those. You’d only met the guy once and he probably didn’t want anything to do with you anyway, especially after that drunken show you gave him. Cupping a handful of water, you splashed your face, scrubbing any further thoughts of the man from your head, instead, choosing to focus on finding a new lead for Flint.

They would be leaving to chase down the details you gave him yesterday in a couple of days, if not sooner, which meant you probably had around two weeks to find something of substance upon their return. You’d struggled last time but after sending out letters to old friends in neighbouring ports, you were hopeful something would turn up.

Padding your way to the dresser, you pulled out some fresh clothes and got ready, feeling much better than you did even an hour before. The food had settled your stomach and the water you guzzled seemed to bring some life back into your face as when you left to go hunt down some work, the barman from earlier spouted something along the lines of ‘A whole other woman’ when you walked by.

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An uneventful morning led to an uneventful afternoon. There were no new letters or leads and the streets were pleasantly calm compared to usual. You certainly weren’t complaining, you had been feeling better since this morning but your body was still recovering. The easy day was probably just what you needed. You were sat on the beach, sipping some water and watching passersby as you sketched in the journal you kept.

It was something you’d taken to keeping since arriving in Nassau just over two years ago. A small leather book to help keep track of potential jobs and record anything interesting that happened. Really, though, you just loved to draw. You’d already filled a couple just like it with sketches of people, ships and landscapes that caught your eye, often accompanied by your messy scrawl. You were just about satisfied with your latest addition when Mr Gates clapped you on the shoulder making you jump and slam the journal closed. You’d never shown anyone the contents before.

“Sorry, Miss Devereux, didn’t mean to startle you.” He began, chuckling lightly at your reaction. “I heard you and the lads had quite the night..” He moved to stand by you as you got to your feet, dusting the sand from your pants. Tucking away the book, an amused smirk finds its way to your face as you look at him.

“Depends on who you ask.” You replied. “How were they this morning? Feeling sorry for themselves?” Your brows raised in question as you both started aimlessly wandering along the shore. A snort met your ears as his head fell forwards, looking at the ground then back at you. “I didn’t see the majority of them until at least noon and they were still in a sorry state, although I wonder how you must’ve been. I heard that you hurled your guts up right after meeting our boatswain.” Gates mused, eyes crinkling as he watched your entire face turn a lovely shade of red. You tried to keep your cool but your expression faltered into one of sheer embarrassment. Apparently, this was hilarious as Mr Gates exploded into a fit of hearty laughter, and as much as you told him to stop you couldn’t help but have a good chuckle yourself as you covered your face with a half-sandy palm at the thought.

When you both regain your composure, he gives you a reassuring pat on the back.

“Don’t worry, the only people who know are Billy and myself, the men still think you can hold your drink.” He winked. You made a move to argue that you could in fact hold your drink but he began talking about the plan to set sail the day after tomorrow. You listened intently and explained that you were awaiting correspondence from friends in other ports to supply more promising leads upon their return.

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It had been four days since the crew left in search of another haul using your most recent information. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, you’d made some money here and there through smaller jobs and pickpocketing but overall, there was nothing of real interest. You spent the days reading anything you could get your hands on or drawing and you’d even had your eye on some paints in one of the markets, but all you could do was wait. Checking for mail at the front desk of the inn you were staying at every morning had become a routine, desperate for any work or ships that you could relay to Flint. It was on the fifth day that you had gotten a response from someone in Port Royal.

As you read over the letter for the third time, you could feel your eyes widen in disbelief, your heart hammered in your chest and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This was far too good to be true. Surely this was a myth. A prize of this magnitude was simply unheard of. Your eyes scanned over the paper again, barely able to focus on the words because your hands were trembling so violently. Calm down. You told yourself. It can’t be the truth. You thought as you stared at the other envelope that had arrived alongside it. At the bottom of the letter it read:

“P.S

Should you doubt my information, I sent you the correspondence shared between the dead man and the merchant with evidence pertaining to this gold. Best not ask how it came into my possession.

Your dear friend,

Josiah.”

You ran to shut the windows to your room and close the drapes. If anyone found out you had this information and the evidence to go with it, you would surely be killed for it. Tearing open the paper, you unfolded its contents. It was all here. The initials of the merchant, R.P., details alluding to the existence of this gold and the name of the dead man involved in plotting the course it would be on.

Vasquez.

#Black Sails #black sails imagine #Billy Bones #billy bones x reader #multi chapter #Captain Flint #mr gates

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loco4scandal · 7 years

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Don't ask me to trade a war for a wife. Black Sails Eppy 8

I remember watching the above scene from 4x1. In the scene, Captain Flint has given the abandon ship command and Silver is assisting Kofi and Obi with getting Madi off of the ship. The emotion you see in the pictures above are Silver, at first, cajoling her to go ahead with him and Madi demanding that he “get on the ladder”. I loved this scene, but was a little taken aback by it at first. Mostly, due to the fact that Kofi and Obi had things handled. They were more than capable of getting Madi in the longboat. So why did Silver see to her safety personally? Also, why would Madi object to him staying to see to the safety of his men. Silver is the crew’s Quatermaster. He has a duty and if anyone understands the word “duty” it’s Madi. Well, we later find out why the scene played out as it did. In a flashback, it was revealed that Silver and Madi were lovers. However, after watching episode 8, Silver reveals that she is much more than that.

Episode Eight starts with a man riding on a dark road. When we see his face, we recognize that it is Woodes Rogers and he looks to be at Miranda’s burned out villa. He ends up in Flint’s library clearly looking for a specific book. After Rogers returns to Nassau, we see him with Billy. Rogers puts a gun to Billy’s head to remind him of their intertwined fates and I can’t help but wonder if Billy finally realizes that allying himself with this monster was a bad idea? Anyhoo, the book that Billy sent Rogers after is a Avery’s diary and it looks to have map drawings in it. Billy than goes on to tell Rogers the story of Flints and Gate’s friendship and alludes to Flint and Silver’s friendship having a similar outcome.

~ That’s how close Mr. Gates was to Flint. Stored his most prized possessions in his cellar. Avery’s journals. Despite that measure of trust, all it took was a disagreement over a little money for Flint to kill him. There are no two people close enough that something cannot separate them. Some point at which they were never fully connected to begin with. It happened with Gates and Flint. It will happen with Flint and Silver. You wanted someplace you could exchange the money off the island. There it is. You will lead them there and they will follow you ~ Billy

In the next scene Silver is sitting alone on the Walrus in the dark. Flint enters and tells him that Kofi and his men are on their way to Nassau to attempt Madi’s rescue. Flint gives a confident rundown of the rescue plan. You can tell that he has absolute certainty that it will be successful or more likely that he is trying to convince Silver that it will be. Silver after listening to this finally responds…

~ What happens after all of it? Assume your plan succeeds and we retrieve her alive. Assume your war begins… spreads throughout the New World. I saw what came of Nassau when it was touched by it. The first instant it was deprived of Eleanor Guthrie’s commerce or Jack Rackham’s prosperity or Woodes Roger’s oppression. There’s nothing in Nasau, but horror. You said it was just a transition. That something better lay beyond it, something meaningful But what if that isn’t so? What is the result of this war isn’t beyond the horror? What if it is the horror itself? Have you given this any thought at all?~ Silver

~ If we are to truly reach a moment where we might be finished with England cleared away to make room for something else… there most certainly lies a dark moment between here and there. A moment of terror. Where everything appears to be without hope. I know this. But I cannot believe that that is all there is. I cannot believe we are so poorly made as that. Incapable of surviving in the state to which we were born. Grown so used to the yoke that there can be no progress without it. ~ Flint

~ It’s a lot to ask… to wager so much suffering on blind faith. ~ Silver

~ Well, it isn’t entirely faith. We’ll have the right people in place to lead us through it and hold the world together while it finds its balance. ~ Flint

~ You think so much of what you and I can accomplish together. ~ Silver

~ You and her. You and Madi. She’s as wise as her father. She’s as strong as her mother. There isn’t a man or woman in Nassau who’d argue that she isn’t the best of all of them. The cache is critical to our war, but so is she. Critical to holding our alliance together. We absolutely must get her back alive. ~ Flint

~ And you think I’m the one best suited to lead our people through this?~ Silver

~ I think you are the best of us. The two of you together are the world in balance.~ Flint

Yes, I know that was a lengthy dialogue, but I wanted to type out every word. It’s important to analyze all that’s at play here. In Sliver and Flint’s last conversation, Flint flat out expressed that “his war” was more important than Madi’s life. I didn’t imagine it. So why now is he expressing that Madi is critical to the success of the New World? Why is he saying that she and Silver will lead the people together? What happened to WE, meaning he and Silver? Well… Flint realizes the WE, really is Silver + Madi. Silver no longer exists outside of Madi. It has become clear to Flint that they are joined and later in the episode, we’ll find out just how much so. So… Flint played the only card he could…. I stand wholeheartedly behind the two of you… until he doesn’t.

Morning comes and we see Silver and Flint on the deck of the Walrus. They are surprised that Roger’s ship is anchored behind them and has clearly been there for awhile. The two watch in horror as Kofi and his men are brought above deck. So clearly, the rescue mission failed. Next, Madi is brought above deck and Silver looks on in relief that his love is truly alive. However in the next minute it goes all terribly wrong. Kofi is brought forward and shot in the head, so are his men. Flint commands his men to bring the ship around so they can raise the guns. A scare tactic of sorts but Silver says fuck that. He is over this shit and demand’s Hands to get the cache. Then he looks at Flint like yes motherfucka, I tried to tell you. My love will not be dying for this war. Then in a minute, that truly stopped mine and Silver’s heart, Madi is marched forward to be executed. However, just in time, Joji arrives with the treasure. Rogers sees and stops the execution. Then Silver tells the crew to follow Roger’s ship. So, again the Queen proves that she has nine lives.

Well, I’m sure that we all realize that shit hit the fan after that and the fiery exchange that happens between Silver and Flint next was mind blowing…

~ Of course, I love her. I let you try your way, but I am through wagering with her life now. If what it takes to secure her release is to turn over the cache, I’m very glad I brought it with us.~ Silver

~We had it. We had it in our hands. This war was breathing air, it was alive. Now Julius is back in that camp, pointing to a hole in the ground, telling anyone that will listen “This is what it looks like when you trust a pirate.” Yesterday he had nothing. He was shouting in the rain. Now you’ve given him all he needs to kill this war dead.~ Flint

~ My God. The number of times I have followed you blindly, backed you with the men blindly, put me in the fucking ground. Good men, friends because you said “I know the way. Don’t ask me how. Just do as I say.” I may not have understood it. I may not have supported it, but I did it. And God damn it, right now you’re going to return the favor! We will find a way to put it all back together with whatever we have left at our disposal. But do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife. I do not think you’re going to like the answer. Whatever must be done to secure Madi’s release, I am going to do. I do not expect your understanding, but I demand your support. As my partner. As my friend. Do I have it? Do I have it? ~ Silver

~ Yes~ Flint

Wait…. What…. Did Silver just say “ wife”? Did he just refer to Madi as his wife? How? When? Where? Talk about a bombshell. Remember when we were all analyzing Madi’s ring and the fact that she was rubbing it after Silver was “presumed dead”? Well, now we have our answer. Guy’s you know how I love a good parallel, right? Well… think back to when Rogers told Berringer to have my wife brought to me. Most assumed that his wife was there from England. Then…. Eleanor appears. Well here is another parallel between Madi and Eleanor. Both married, both surprises. Boy, do I need the details behind this declaration.

Later on we see, Silver and Hands talking. Hands is doing what he does best reminding Silver that Flint ain’t shit and that he will clap back at Silver for going against him. Forever loyal, Silver shuts him down,.

~ If you leave him alive long enough, he’s going to make you pay for it.~ Hands

~ He won’t move against me. This will pass. And that’s the end of this conversation.~ Silver

~ So many lies to deny a simple truth.~ Hands

~What?~ Silver

~ The crown does not divide. It cannot be shared. You know it. You want it done. You just don’t know how to ask yet. ~ Hands

~ Hear me very clearly. There is no hidden message and no equivocation. You will make no move against him. You will not speak of doing so to any man on this crew nor to me again. Do it and you’ll answer for it.~ Silver

I don’t care if Hands is a psychotic killer. Yeah he slit a 9 years olds throat. Slitting throats is like his favorite past time, actually. Yet, I don’t give a fuck. I love him. He is the friend, crazy ass uncle, mad dog, just pick an adjective person that you need in your life and I do not care. He is riding for John harder than anyone other than Madi and I am here for it.

The interesting part of this exchange with Hands is that at the exact moment that Silver is forbidding Hands to hurt Flint, Flint is selling Dooley a ghost tale. One in which Silver has been compromised and Flint needs a new partner. So, Flint convinces Dooley to help him remove the cache from the Walrus and bury it in an undisclosed location on Skeleton Island. Everything is going according to plan until Hands shows up. I repeat, I love him.

Remember, when Silver told Hands not to hurt a hair on Flint’s head. Well, Hands didn’t when he saw Flint and Dooley stealing the cache.

~ I knew it would come to this. I tried to tell him. We fight. Only two outcomes, I can see. I die or you die. Either way, he’s going to take me to blame for it. That’s how far you’ve burrowed into his head. He won’t put you out of it until he sees you for what you are. Go. ~ Hands

Hands was second in command to Blackbeard. Flint’s true nature doesn’t surprise him. He is accustomed to madmen willing to watch the world burn for their own selfish desires. He identified that in Flint the moment that he encountered him. He’s tried to tell Silver repeatedly, but John’s loyalty wouldn’t let him believe. So Hands shows him, by taking him on deck and standing back as he watched Flint and Dooley pull the cache to shore. Silver finally has no choice but to acknowledge that the man that he has followed blindly for so long happily signed his wife’s death sentence.

As a result of Flint’s betrayal, Silver has no choice but to parlay with Woodes Rogers. Can I say that watching Silver hoist himself over Roger’s ship railing and walk defiantly to face Rogers left me in a puddle. Like Silver in that moment was just pure walking sex and I momentarily forgot that the Queen was in danger. It was hot! So back to the point. Silver tells Rogers that Flint has absconded with the cache and he has sent six of his best men to run him down. So basically your bitch ass better not think of hurting the missus, before I can get you your damn cache.

Then… Billy happened. Lawd, I hate Billy. Honestly, I think I hate Billy more than Flint at the moment. Flint was always shit. I expected more from Billy though. And true to bitch ass form he challenged Silver to tell everything and the Pirate King did…

~ I instructed them to kill Captain Flint. ~ Silver

Well there you have it folks. Long John Silver warned Flint not to ask him to choose between a war and a wife. He warned him that he wouldn’t like the answer. And the answer is John telling Hands to slit his throat. Again, Hands is Silver’s psycho bestie so I’m okay with that. Handle your business, Israel.

Black Sails writers thank you for this episode. How could we have known that we'd get confirmation of Mrs. Madi Silver and Flint’s betrayal all in one episode. Good times. Also, thank you again for Luke going over that railing. Shallow, I know, but thank you all the same. Can somebody gif that, cause (swallows).

R.I.P Kofi. You were fierce and fine and deserved so much more than dying because Billy is a bitch ass. Silver is going to take care of that for you though. Death by stroke is forthcoming.

#silver x madi #silvermadi #joadi #john silver #madi scott

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samedifference61 · 7 years

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Who are you that I ought to pay you any mind?

SPOILERS: Thoughts on Black Sails 4.02

- I did not see Madi’s lie to Billy about the treasure coming at all. So she’s fearless, opportunistic, thinks well on her feet and can strategize just as well as the big boys. How Amazing is that? (She has many of the same character traits as Silver btw.) And Flint just guessed that she didn’t tell the truth?? HOW DID HE KNOW?? Also, Silver didn’t tell her? What does that say about their relationship?? Maybe nothing. Maybe something.

- Teach/Vane backstory and anecdotes. Pure love. 😭😞 Would Charles want Eleanor to die? My immediate thoughts are no. No, he wouldn’t. Despite what Eleanor thought toward the end, I think Charles cared a great deal for her in the only way he knew how.

- I’m loving the depth to Jack’s character this season. And Anne’s character too. Their grief over Vane feels really authentic in different ways, and I absolutely despise when the death of a main character means nothing to the other characters on a serial drama and doesn’t influence their future actions/traits. A+ character development for Teach, Rackham, and Anne.

- I need Flint telling Silver stories of Nassau’s pirate legends. In bed. Bedtime stories. Need this.

- I love watching Silver talk his way out of danger. HE’S SO GOOD AT GETTING PEOPLE TO BELIEVE WHAT HE WANTS IS BEST FOR EVERYONE. (Except Max apparently.) And here he has finally accepted the role Billy has created for him. His character arc over the course of the show is SO GOOD. Like, Walter White levels of good. (Is my bias showing?) I cannot wait for his promised backstory. This fic writer NEEDS MOAR FUEL, and I am ready to run with that shit so hard.

- The explanation for separating slave families and punishing them for revolting is historically accurate. How devastating to live through that?

- BIlly/Flint post battle hate!sex is pretty high on my list of turn-ons at the moment. I’m really not sure I could do it justice, though. Any takers?

- NOOO, MAX! TAKE THE FUCKING OFFER! Okay so my idea that Max was in it for the long con is officially shattered. I really fear for her life at this point as I think her refusal to help Silver just signed her death warrant. 😭 That’s the first time I think I’ve seen her terrified, and for good reason. She truly believed she still had the upper hand before that scene at the end.

- Actually, I’m so skittish about any of the main characters dying right now. Like it could realistically happen at any moment to anyone (except Silver and Billy). Goddamn this show and its ability to make me care about these fictional people so much!

Bonus commentary: things I predicted so far and wrote into Heartlines: (x)

- Billy recruiting rebels to their cause and starting a camp outside of town.

- Revenge for Charles by taking Eleanor by force. Though I had Flint and Silver involved in it more directly. And Anne actually went through with it. And Max played the governor for the long con for her own gain. I got the first part of it right!

- Silver/Flint sexy times. Though I’m happy to uncross this at any time. Writers, do you hear me?

Bonus Bonus unrelated (slightly related) commentary:

I tried watching Frontier yesterday. The sets, costumes, fight scenes, characters, and dialogue are a 5th grade book report compared to the period drama masterpiece that is Black Sails. What the actual fuck, Netflix?

#black sails #4.02 #spoilers #silverflint #episode related commentary #wtf max #rip charles vane #billy/flint hate!sex anyone?

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changesinattitudes · 7 years

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April 8. Georgetown

Thursday we arrived at the sailors Mecca, Georgetown, and the SE end of our trip. According to the cruising and sailing magazines this is cruiser central. And with all the boats here, literally 100s, it’s certainly a very popular place.

But after 3 days here I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.

When you first start planning a trip like ours and talk to other cruisers that have made the trip. If you listen closely to them Georgetown is not held in the same reverence. Sure, it’s a good place for reprovisioning; food, water and common parts are plentiful and the harbor is secure. But this is far from the nicest place we have visited.

It’s now the off season and the harbor isn’t as crowded, but the pump-out boat has stopped running. Some say it’s broken others offer their own theories. So the boats are supposed to go 3 miles off shore to empty the “black” water from their holding tanks. I’ve yet to see any of the 200+ boats here pull anchor and return. Hmmmmm. Don’t think I’m going to swim around here or try to make water.

There are more dining options here, but it’s all the same food and beverages we’ve had previously. The town isn’t more scenic than other places we’ve stopped at on the way here, and in some ways more run down. The hurricanes have knocked down buildings and many haven’t been fixed or replaced.

And the people don’t seem to be as friendly.

The exception has been the beach bar “Chat and Chill”. It’s a funky place with eclectic decorations, picnic tables on sandy beach seating, Rays that swim up to you expecting a handout and the unofficial cruisers gathering place. We met several yesterday and are going back this afternoon.

The barrier island that forms Elizabeth Harbor is Stocking Island. It has several trails that Linda, Riley and I explored yesterday. One went to a small cave one hundred yards inland from the beach that has been transformed into a party cave, complete with fire pit, bar and serving areas. Another trail led to the top of the “mountain” with a great view of the harbor and the ocean as well while still another trail led to one of the prettiest beaches on the ocean I’ve seen.

But after 3 days we feel the urge to move on, where in contrast, many of the boats have been here months. Maybe if we had been here earlier in the year and were staying longer we would witness the sense of community often talked about. But I think we are going to start heading back up the Exuma chain tomorrow.

After a panic session 10 days ago about the alternator I contacted the mechanic that worked on it before we left and ordered the specific bolts, nuts and spacers specified by Yanmar needed to install the alternator properly. I also ordered a replacement alternator from West Marine. I must say getting parts here has been………….an adventure.

The cruising guides recommend having parts shipped to the Exuma Market where for a nominal fee ($15) they will hold the part for pickup. I even called and confirmed this with them before I ordered the parts. I guess 50% is a great success rate in the Bahamas. The parts my mechanic ordered shipped FedEx. After getting conformation they had been delivered I went to Exuma Market to pick them up. The woman apparently in charge told me they don’t receive FedEx and I should go look for my parts at another store. When I pointed out the FedEx envelope for someone else on her desk she got a bit pi..ed.

So I walked down the street to the place I was told to go to and asked them. Nope, no package, but they at least called the airport and talked to someone in shipping. He had it! The shopkeeper had the package dropped off to her that evening and I got the parts today. Yea!! Not nearly the same good fortune with the alternator from West Marine. Last Tuesday I got an email from the Nassau UPS facility. They needed more information that West Marine was not providing, and of course typical for the Bahamas, more money. I provided the information requested, paid the bribe, err fees, and was told the package would be here yesterday.

Nope, didn’t happen. So I called the lady that took my money. She was so sorry, but the package had been sitting on her desk and she just hadn’t gotten around to putting it in the bin for the airplane to Georgetown. But not to worry, I’d still have it in a few days. Since my alternator seemed to be fine and I now had the hardware to install it properly and I was planning on leaving Georgetown on Sunday I told her what she could do with the package………Ship it back to West Marine. And I confirmed with West Marine I would get a full refund. And a merchandise comp for the bribes, err fees, that I had paid.

Life in the Bahamas can be maddeningly interesting at times.

Time for a Kalik. :)

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