The weather started getting rough...

Denise drove us to the ferry this morning and we had a teary goodbye before boarding the boat for Roatan.  The first 20 minutes were fine but then, disaster struck!   First, Tilghman turned greenish gray and kept hoofing it to the bathroom.  Meanwhile, I, Sully, felt really hot. I was sweating profusely and thinking to myself it doesn't seem as hot as the last time. Why am I sweating so much? According to Laura, I was very pale. She kept asking me if I was okay. I was thinking I'm fine, I'm just watching the horizon! Why do you keep asking? People all around us started throwing up.  Laura went up to check on T. The ferry people had handed out these little barf baggies, but I didn't want one because I was watching the horizon!  Now, I really needed one and they were no where to be seen. I started having that nauseous feeling just a little. I thought I can handle this. Next thing I know I've just thrown up a little in my hand. There was a trash can nearby, but I didn't have time to move. I fire hosed my breakfast all over myself, the seat in front of me and on/in one of our bags!  It was EVERYWHERE.  Back to Laura narrating: After seeing all that carnage I started feeling sick. I went astern with Alden and concentrated on anything BUT all the puke that was everywhere.  God, it was awful.  The swells were huge and we were rolling in the middle.   Tilghman finally started getting himself together but Sully continued to hurl into his little pink baggy.  Alden and I were still deep breathing and hanging in there.  Finally the island came into view and I thought we might just make it.  Came into port and I continued to feel horrible but I kept it together.  Came into  the ferry building and our bud Nelson was there to pick us up.  Stopped in Coxen hole for a few groceries and some ginger ale and headed to our little tree house.  So glad to be back " home" and off of that damn ferry.  Laying low today.

Down for the count.

After some recovery time we went down to the dock for a little swim. We jumped off the top(about 13 feet above the water). Everything was fine, but then disaster struck(again)! Tilghman tried to dive off, but then pulled up mid-air becuase Alden had just resurfaced and was closer than he expected, and belly flopped so hard it knocked the breath out of him and left his whole chest red for two hours after. Alden had just resurfaced, and saw a blur that was parallel to the water and said "What are you doing?!", while Laura yelled for him to stop. Then, Alden was swimming back to the ladder and got stung badly on the neck by a jellyfish tentacle. 

We've decided not to do a whole lot else today. It's just not our day.