Sundays on most islands is still considered a day of rest, usually the only businesses open are those run by Chinese. On Nevis, this is true also, except for the restaurants that cater to tourist. The season is short and they have to catch them while they can.
We had moored Corcovado off the Four Seasons Resort and a cluster of beach restaurants. So with no options for lunch except with the tourist, we had no choices to make. We beached our dinghy near Sunshine’s and went in. Sunshine greets all his customers the same way with a hug and ‘’Welcome back, it’s good to see you again.” His walls are covered with photos of celebrities and I’m sure he truly does remember them. Sunshine is known for his famous drink – the Killer Bee but I’m not that kind of tourist so I stayed away.
We dined and did internet while watching the guest…a few cows roamed the beach and monkeys watched us while eating from trees.
After lunch, we packed our computers and souvenirs and then prepared to unbeached our dinghy. The surf was calm and a strong young man came over to help, the dinghy and engine combined weigh 175 lbs, so I welcomed the help. I thought this would be easy. We’ve done it often with no help.
I should know… never be cocky.
Once the boat hit the water, Bill got on board and tried starting the engine while I held the boat off the beach. Suddenly, the water rose until it was over my head, it kept rising along with the dinghy. I looked up and the wave crested high above, then broke, turning the dinghy over along with Bill inside. The overturned boat crashed with gas can, backpack, engine and wet pack all on top of Bill, dragging them back to the beach.
“Bill, Bill are you okay?”
Rattled, he jumps up quickly and looks unharmed.
Thank goodness the young man was still watching on the beach. He rushed over and helped us right the boat, made sure we were okay, asking, “Where did that big wave come from, it’s the only one.” and then shoved us off again.
I swam off past the surf pulling the dinghy with me, hoping to get past any more cresting waves while Bill fought with the engine. I kept swimming and pulling at a very slow pace, glancing between our destination, Corcovado, anchored a quarter mile off, and the dinghy with Bill working away, every sputter giving hope. Another young man came rushing toward us paddling his board as fast as he could when finally the engine’s sputtering held, coughed then purred.
Bill helped me aboard and we gave two thumbs up and a thank you to the thoughtful guys then said a prayer that the decision to buy a two-stroke engine instead of a four-stroke was the right move in the end. Two -strokes can be submerged maybe one quick time, if it were a four-stroke, then no way, it would be dead.
The engine held but we don’t have good news regarding Bill’s computer in the backpack, my wet pack worked fine in the quick dunking.