Aboard Junebug, 14 nautical miles southeast of the Cuban CoastJ
une Bartlett had hooked a sizeable snapper shortly after she was allowed to put a lure in the water and she was below preparing chunks of it for their dinner. It was nearly dark and her husband had the boat throttled back, barely making way as they drilled a long oblong pattern in the Caribbean just under two nautical miles to the seaward side of Cayo Piedra. Not that it really made much difference, but their position put them right on the edge of Cuban territorial waters at the 12-mile limit. They were cruising with minimal light showing besides the port and starboard running lights on the cross-tree above the flying bridge.
Shake was busy rigging the after awning so they could fly the drone without showing too much light f
