Skipper Steve is not a happy skipper. The weather forecast promised north west winds of ten to fifteen knots. Instead we are slogging into headwinds spawned out of somewhere near Hades, which appears to be south east of us – the direction that we are trying to go.
And to make things just that little bit spicier, the autohelm unit on the boat is intermittently shutting off. The autohelm is a small computer unit that automatically steers the boat on a compass course preset by the user. Without it, the helmsperson has to steer the boat themselves – a rather draining job, considering we are moving 24 hours a day.
By 11pm, Steve has had enough, and steers us across Turks Passage to the banks just south of Grand Turks Island. Ellie navigates us across the shallow banks to a small uninhabitated island called Cotton Cay. The island is low lying, so gives only minimal shelter from the wind, but there is no swell here. We drop anchor and head down for some sleep. It will be an early start tomorrow.