We woke in a cold sweat to the metallic heaving of our engine below. Vroom! Crank! Vroom! Grr! We shook ourselves our of sleep, and pounced up the ladder to the deck for morning muster. Breakfast was called. It was time to feed! Eggs became quesadillas, and before we knew it, it was lunch. We gobbled up some icy peach delight, and anchored down in Culebra. We started up the track, and before you could say "ship, shipmate, self" we frolicked in the waves and were at peace. Goodnight.