An Excerpt from "Sailing to Jessica"
Chapter 9: Chickentown
Standing in the cockpit, gazing forward at the pale green sea that surrounded us, I tried to distinguish the difference between the 10-foot pale green and 5-foot pale green. The former was fine. The latter meant we would be aground.
While I struggled to predict the depth of the water that lay ahead, the depth sounder merrily flashed our present depth on the instrument console: 10 feet, 10 feet, 9 feet, 8 feet, 7 feet, 6 feet, 5 feet…
“Paul, we’re in five feet of water,” I shouted to Paul, who was still on the bow, looking out for coral heads...