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She has had a slow leak since Hawaii and has been slowly getting worse. Her hypalon tubes have 3 chambers and one has a small leak in it. We used to have to pump her up every 3 days. But when we left her while going back to the states that chamber filled with water and I had to cut a hole in it I drain the water. We are nothing if not prepared. Of course upon inspection the patch kit I had was for a PVC tube not a hypalon tube.

The difference only means, the patch would not hold. They had none in stock so we had to order one. It may never arrive. In the mean time, the hole in the dingy made the tube deflate and while floating at the dingy dock the outboard motor got submerged. Basically the dingy half sank and the engine got salt water in it. This is a classic case of a small problem leading to a big problem. My time in the Caribbean prepared me for beat up dinghies and I am kicking myself for falling into this trap again.

I almost bought a new dingy in Hawaii. What an expensive mistake. Take it from us. If your dingy is not new get a new one in the states or at the very least bring lots of patch kits. The dingy is your connection to land and in the South Pacific there are very few marinas.

Spending most of your time on the hook means you need a reliable dingy. By now we have patched the dingy with and it holds air for 24 hours so we can get around. The outboard is running again after I took the carburetor off and had it rebuilt at the local mechanics shop. Our best option is to go to the local charter companies, they have many charter boats and all them have a dingy. We have spoken with one that says it has several used PVC dingys. I am sure they are beat up but hopefully they will hold air.

On the second evening of our mile passage from Hawaii to Palmyra atoll we decided to keep the spinnaker up through the night. The day had been light but consistent wind and the boat was so well balanced we were sailing at 5 knots in 8 knots of wind with almost no heeling.

We slept like babies. The next day the winds picked up in the after noon so we stowed the big spinnaker and sailed on. On our 5th night we again decided to leave the spinnaker up through the night. Being in the tropics and with a steady breeze we decided to try sleeping in the cockpit for the first time. It was great to be snuggled up under the stars with the fresh ocean breeze cooling us. I stayed up watching the speed of the boat increase. We would be in Palmyra in no time.

As I sat at the helm watching the instruments Elizabeth wakes up and asks if everything is ok. She pauses and looks around, not so much with her eyes but with all her senses. As any sailor knows a loose and flapping spinnaker is not only dangerous for the crew and the boat but is makes the most unholy of sounds flapping violently in the wind and against the rigging. I assumed that the sheet had parted due to high strain but quickly saw that the snap shackle had come undone.

These shackles are rated for a certain amount of load and we had just exceeded it. The weak link in the chain. Luckily we were both awake and reasonably alert. I put Elizabeth at the helm she is excellent at the wheel and put on my life jacket with harness and tether for going up on deck at night. I grabbed my trusty head lamp in case the deck lights went out as they often do and slowly, deliberately made my way up the for deck clipping my harness in all along the way.

Once I got up to the foredeck I was able to take it all in. The spinnaker had wrapped itself around the furled jib and the part that was free was flapping very hard. For a moment I wondered how much the sail could take before it started to come apart. I tried for 10 minutes to unwrapped the giant sail but the winds were to strong and the sail was unruly.

I climbed back into the cockpit to rest and game plan with Elizabeth. We discussed cutting it loose but that was a last resort. First plan was to get the spinnaker down and stowed by any means necessary.

I opened the forward hatch from below and then climbed back up to the foredeck. After letting go the spinnaker halyard the sail dropped nicely on to the deck. I stuffed the head and as much of the sail as I could through the open hatch. Once I got the majority of the sail in the strain on the rest was lessened and it unwrapped and dropped pretty easily.

For a double handed cruiser there really is no difference between day and night other than daylight and darkness. A full moon at sea is an exhilarating energy. The sea is so alive. Schools of fish leap and fly, bigger fish fight close by to swallow as much as they can. The currents are stronger, the tides are higher, the storms move in a strange way across the sky. The sea speaks a certain way to itself and all that lives inside of it.

Theres a feeling about the ocean, an aura, a tone. Goodnight full moon, goodnight to you all. Moon out of focus, in different shades as it rose. From the outer limits of civilization, from the border of the equator, from the edges of our precious Earth; we share with you our life in an oasis of blue shades and sunshine. This is a path rarely chosen. Hard at times, yet exquisite in reward. Currently we are anchored at Fanning Island, also known as Kiribati pronounced Kiribas.

The Island does not have a hotel, post office or airport. It is only accessible by boat, just like my heart. Not only does the coral burst with color and texture, but so does the land. Palm trees line the Island and locals collect coconuts as their main source of income. The locals are extremely vivacious, genuine people. They are incredibly sincere and bewitched in our presences.

All the elders speak English and the children try to improve their vocabulary with conversation. Three other boats are anchored here in the lagoon, all of which sailed from Hawaii. Ruby Slippers, got a tear in their main sail while under way but have recently fixed it while at anchor. Except from a distance, surfing the breaks around the channel. There are exceptionally good surf breaks that are only surfable, due to the dry reef, when head-high or above. Though the town is extremely small they still manage to have some night life.

We decided to just drink Coke, instead of risking the intake of local water mixed with the Kava. All the locals had a turn on stage with the Gilbertese karaoke. Darts, pool and a raffle were also apart of the entertainment. They undoubtably had respect for us and never made us feel out of place. Erik recognized many of them from the basketball court.

Is this the same Pacific Ocean? We felt like shark bait. Now as we sail south from Hawaii to Fanning Island, we are sleeping through the night and making great time on a gentle beam reach. The spinnaker is carrying us along and we are catching plump healthy fish, daily.

The sun is turning my red hair more blonde. We are enjoying every moment at sea and breathing in the purest air. Sometimes the ocean smiles upon us and sometimes it bites down. Saturday night on Journey consists of a new ritual that starts with taking the longest, warmest shower allowed all week, getting dressed up and then meeting in the galley for dinner and a movie.

Our first sucessful date night was underway from Hawaii to Fanning Island. Weather sprung up around sunset Saturday night, just as we sat down to eat dinner.

The clouds drifted past us with a light mist of fresh water. We imagined the Vikings and other ancient sailors chasing the squalls for fresh water to drink. Modern day sailors use water makers, but can always rely on rain water if needed. All day we had our lures in the water hoping to cook up some fresh fish for our special night. At sunset the reel clicked and we had a fish on. Erik ran to the pole and started reeling it in.

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