(Watching our first boat recede behind our new fast ride. One tip of our island is visible behind the boat.)
We moved along rapidly in boat number two. Then we saw the coordinator heading back south in an even faster boat, with a shade roof.
(Sisters Dianeth and Leidys on boat number two, the fast one)
Then boat number two ran out of gas. We drifted to the shore and waited. April asked if they ran out of gas because they had the added weight of six extra people. They said no, they wouldn't have made it to port anyway.
Ironically, the "taxi" boat guy we use sometimes happened by and sold a bit of fuel to the fishermen. So we started off again after only a twenty minute delay.
But we were within site of port when we spotted the faster boat gaining on us from behind.
(Our kind fishermen - you can tell we are close to port, they have their PFDs on - watching the rest of the kids and moms race up towards us)
Sure enough, just as we pulled into port proper, to the delight of all the kids who'd been left behind twice, the faster boat passed us. There was lots of laughing and pointing. But we'd all made it, and sure enough, it took four hours. Just not how we'd expected. And we still haven't figured out what happened to the first boat.