Just as we were leaving Governors Harbour, we noticed a seahorse attaching itself to our anchor chain as we brought it up.
It turns out there was a pair of seahorses and they were tenacious in their attempts at holding on to the chain. One got hauled all the way onto the bow before I noticed it laying on the deck. It flipped itself back into the water, hopefully unharmed. After that, the seahorses repeatedly swam over to the anchor chain, attached themselves, and then dropped off when we moved the chain up. They were about 6 or 7 inches long and looked like a piece of seaweed under water.
We ended up catching them, drying them out and grinding them up into a powder so Matt can sprinkle it on his food to improve his virility. No! We wouldn't do that...especially when we have so much powdered rhino horn left.
We actually sailed for a bit before having to resort to our engines to get us to Current Cut in time for slack tide while there was still daylight. The cut, which can rip along at 8 knots and look like a whitewater river, was nice and mild for our transit (just remember, 1 3/4 hours after high tide at the Nassau station is slack tide at the cut). We had no luck catching any fish so we had leftover Indian food and freshly made flatbread/pseudo-naan for dinner.
Later that evening, after we had gone to bed, we finally heard from the owner of the boatyard. The email said that we wouldn't be able to get hauled out on Monday as scheduled and that he would let us know a new date as soon as he knows more. Good thing we hurried to get back up here. Oh well. There are worse things than waiting around in Paradise.