The next morning, everyone loaded up their dry bags and marched back to use the porta-potties one last time. We had to perform a skit to get back on the boat, so we put on a play highlighting the best quotes of the trip so far. I was navigating this morning, and plotted a course using the winds as best as I could figure to get us back into Largo Sound.

Our instructor caught a mackerel while sailing and ten minutes later we had the freshest ceviche I had ever had. Served with saltines, it was absolutely delicious.

A powerboat joined up with us on our way back and dropped off a reporter and photographer for the Miami Herald who was writing a story on different programs for combat veterans. This made a crowded boat a little more crowded, but I was pretty happy that having them on board meant that the rest of the crew had to act a little less like your stereotypical sailor.

We made it back through The Bogies and the canal leading into Largo Bay, mooring to a floating ball off shore. This was back to civilization, as there were boats everywhere, and big fancy houses near by. That night for dinner we had a corn chowder and more coffee. We were awarded our Hurricane Island Outward Bound pins and went to bed early.