Time to head back to the States

• We have been living in our second home for 11 months now. We explored islands above and below the sea. It has been an adventure so different from the hustle and bustle of our normal life. Now it's time to head back to reality, start heading home. More than 75% of our trip is done.
• As I think back, we did not have a boring day, we were busy all the time. That's why I did not write in my blog.
• As usual we had to wait for the right weather conditions before we could start our journey back. We were ready a full week before we could start to head for the West End. It was a little windy when we decided to leave, not bad. The ocean was rough so we decided not to go through the Whale Cay Passage, which takes you out into the ocean. We would go through "Don't Rock" rock and Sand Bank Cay. The problem here is it gets very low. We went through at high tide and had never hit less than 6 or 7 feet. We had a smooth ride to Great Sale where we anchored early in the afternoon. We got off the boat and went to shore to explore, again getting many shells to make frames and stuff with the kids. The cay is just a stop area. It is uninhabited and stretches for 5 miles north and south. This cay was once home to a US missile tracking station, the ruins can still be found. We had cocktails aboard TK III and to bed early.
• There were around 7 boats anchored. At 7:30 the 1st boat left heading to West End. All of a sudden a squall came up, there is shattering thunder and shocks of lighting with winds whipping at 40 mph and the rain was like someone spraying a hose full force on us, the sky is black. The waves had the boat rocking up and down. Our anchor started to drag . We were getting too close to TK III. Mike started the boat and I went up top to pull up the anchor. When we put an anchor out Mike puts a snubber line out. You put this line on to take some of the strain off the winch. As I untied the snubber line, I held it in my hands, and started to pull up the anchor line. Well, I screwed up, the middle of the line got caught in the anchor chain and started to suck the snubber line into the well. The whole thing jammed. It froze, I could do nothing. Meanwhile, we are getting closer to the TK III, maybe 25 feet. We were going over his anchor line, if we hit it both our boats would be up on the coral and rocks. What a mess. If we go on shore we can kiss the boat goodbye. The water is pouring off me, I look like a drowned rat. I had to go into the cabin to reset the knife switch. Duh, I forgot how to do it. We only had a problem like this once before about a year ago. I go in to take the wheel while Mike tries to get the anchor up. He keeps telling me not to run over our anchor chain, I keep putting it in neutral, I also have to make sure I do not back over the other boat. My heart is pumping I can't tell what is sweat and what is rain. Mike starts pulling the line in by hand, a wave hits and he has to let go. He starts pulling it in again. Mike is giving me some signals. It's raining so hard I can not see him on the front of the boat. TK III pulls up his anchor, all he wants to do is get away from us. Can't say I blame him. Even though the storm is still raging, Mike gets the anchor chain up and tells me to just go go go. Get out of harm's way. While I was driving, Mike fixed the winch. We are heading for West End. Anything to get away from the rocks. The storm leaves just a quickly as it came.