19 Under the Jolly RogerSaga woke me up by playing Anchors Aweigh. It was one AM. I dragged myself to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. Saga still couldn’t make coffee, but I made some Nescafe with the pot provided.
I was the first one downstairs, but the rest were there in short order, and we piled into the van. Nobody looked too lively, but what could you expect at that hour. Billy brought a crash kit with duct tape, wire, an EPIRB (Emergency Position Indicating Radio Beacon), and other goodies. I felt we were as well prepared and equipped as possible. I refrained from asking Saga what could go wrong.
The plane was on a mooring. There was an old runabout belonging to Jan, which we used to get ourselves on board. We left it on the mooring for our return. Saga gave David t
