Farewell Party for Sequoia on his boat at Port Morgan Bay or known for centuries as Baie des Ferret.
Captain Sequoia is to the right of Wagner, back row, in the shadows but in the spotlight this night.
Pastor Raymond Bideaux on very right, next to him Melin, Wagner’s wife.
Far left Fredrique and then Rabbi Peter and many of his family.
It is one of those events that speak volumes of how well people get along.
It is one of those good news times we need to hear more about.
People working together in a foreign land making this Earth a better place.
From different cultures, from different countries, all different religions.
Attitudes set on positive and coping with so many negatives.
New Friends of Ile a Vache, doing the right thing.
As I sit in the solid ice of Virginia, in my Igloo of a ship.
Heaters blasting, my ship rocking and crunching in the ice.
But soon I hear it is going to warm up, soon the relentless cold will part.
I will load on several tons of aid and head for the sun cloaked Haiti.
Building a wooden wall mid ships to hold all the goods in place, stacked to the ceiling.
Piles of used sails strapped down on the aft deck for Haitian fishermen, goods stuffed in all open areas.
Yes I will have medical supplies, old sails, tools, paint, food, gifts, shoes, clothing, school supplies, diapers, bedding and more.
My boat will strain with the weight much like ships of gold did centuries ago.
All for Sister Flora’s Orphanage, for the people of Ile a Vache, giving a hand up.
First we have to pass around Cape Hatteras and the thousands of shipwrecks lying all around this area of the world.
Famous wrecks big and small, starting from the times of Columbus.
Heading right thru the biggest river in the world, the Gulf Stream, it clipping along at 1-3 knots heading to Russia.
As it pounds into the cold North Atlantic current starting way up in the Canadian Arctic.
Our heading right thru the Bermuda Triangle to sun bleached dry islands of white sand.
But we will sail right past these Bahamas, a paradise of jewels as described by astronauts.
And then we sail right thru the Windward Passage, a place that always connects me back to years ago.
To the times of Drake and Spanish gilded gold stern castled ships moving so slowly to the New World.
To sail around the southern tip of Haiti and pound my way into the Trades coming from Africa.
Into the currents of the Gulf Stream again for a second time, into the spray of 86 degree ocean.
Sailing over the spot I lost my mast, sails and rigging just a few years back now lying in 12,000 feet of sea.
To end up sailing home using a short tree for a mast and a couple of old small jibs but we made it to Haiti.
Next pounding my way around the dangerous point of Abacou Haiti and there the site of Ile a Vache will come into view.
Like it did for Sir Henry Morgan, Olanais and other famous mariners from long ago.
Ile a Vache a gem of an island that many say is the prettiest in the Caribbean.
Pretty but with so many living in the shackles of poverty.
A slavery that just will not let go.
A land that has little but my ship coming from a land that has too much.
Thank you Sequoia for hauling all the aid to Haiti.
Thank you for doing the right thing.
I look forward to seeing you in Haiti, another time.
May the voices in the wind bring you safely home.