We did both get a few winks of sleep as the waves from the tropical depression Debbie tossed he sailboat to and fro on its mooring nearly the whole night.

The morning seemed calmer and fog was starting to lift, so Bryan went upwind into port, deciding to sail halfway to Roque before we drop our anchor down and row to shore. All the lobster boats were on their moorings, and an old man at the port told us that none of the lobstermen would be out so soon after the storm. Undaunted, Bryan set off. Sure enough, once we got into open waters the fog socked back in and we were met by steady 5 and 6 foot swells. The swells were manageable when we had a good breeze on the sail and two sets of eyes looking out for lobster pots, but after a couple of hours the wind died and it became quite uncomfortable.

I suggested we choose a closer destination. Bryan agreed,  checked the map an we changed our course towards Little Cranberry Island. Even when we got within a few hundred yards, we could only then see the faint outline of land before the islands revealed themselves in the fog.

We found a scattering of moorings and settled down for another bouncy night as the waves wrapped around the island.