194 ✍️February 24, 2023, 8 a.m. local time, the effigy of our lion unfolds. Jonath is at his post. We leave this small land with emotion, indelibly touched by its people. Enriched by this unforgettable stopover, we continue our adventure towards the unknown. Towards the west, where my captain's instinct guides him. He has spotted on his charts, isolated sandbanks, 140 miles away. The Morant Cayes, a group of islets located 34 miles from Jamaica. 18 knots of downwind wind. Under a blue sky, an immaculate azure, Blacky sets off. A short-lived happiness, quickly disillusioned by the current, the infamous decision-maker of the oceans. Our canvas, so well used in its role just now, is now flapping, with each lurch produced by the sudden slackening of wind in the surf! In 10 knots of wind, where, usually, Black Lion would have fun, it struggles to advance at 2.8 knots! This flow is annoying, worse, demoralizing when we are only going at 1.2 knots! My Tchoupi is fuming. These reminders hurt his mount. In order not to end up marking time, we have to assist ourselves with a motor. And despite this collaboration, painfully, our speedometer only displays 2-3 knots! This current is a calamity that is difficult to avoid, especially since the maps are most of the time wrong! These whims of nature challenge us and make us question. There was a time, in so much aquatic disorder, the fish would have been celebrating. Today, in some places, there is nothing left! Not a single bite, not a single hunt, not a single bird! Even Vino says so. A fisherman since forever, some nights now, he sometimes returns at dawn, without a single fish! We all know the factors: overfishing, pollution, sargassum… It’s a fact, the observation is there! The sun right in our trajectory does not favor our arrival. We dragged ourselves, nevertheless, we will be able to drop anchor before dusk. However, we must watch carefully. The reefs can, hidden behind the bad light, appear at the last second. The impact would be unfortunate. We went from 4000 meters deep around 4 miles from the island, to 200, to 20, and here we are in 2.70 meters, well wedged on 50 meters of chain. Magic of the moment! Alone, well almost! Three curious dolphins circle around us. What are we doing in their paradise? At the controls of his drone, my captain overlooks the black and white lighthouse of North-East Cay, on Breezy Point. From above, the beige and brown colors of the reef contrast admirably with the blue and green of the lagoon and the vegetation. Closer up, when we are on land, these almost virgin islets, bursting with colors, become ours for a moment. Just for us, the noddies, the terns and One Love! It is certainly not his name, but I think that Cyril has exactly found the one that corresponds to this adorable cat. He probably belongs to the passing fishermen. Near their shelters, he is fed. But the affectionate tomcat knows how to soften us. A little guided tour of his island, a few endearing caresses. He is clever, the bugger! He must have sensed that our sensitivity could well make him travel! To join us on Patreon, it's here: https://www.patreon.com/catamaranblac... And find all our links, (Our book, Our shop, FB, Instagram, Youtube, as well as all our partners), here: https://linktr.ee/CatamaranBlackLion?...