We left the George Town metropolis for a quieter world. At Black Cay Nick found that he was a expert sea bean collector and able to survive the dangers of scrambling on razor sharp rock cliffs. That was a good thing since the water below us was thickly populated with sea urchins. Just off our anchorage was a small cruiser resort, a couple of palm trees and a hammock made of a fishing net. Ah, living the good life.
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