My night in charge of the boat went well, not a single problem. I picked Gary and Jan up at the crack of noon at the U. Berkley dock. It was supposed to be a quick 15 minute dinghy ride to get them and then back to the boat. We ended up stopping at this American boat that newly anchored in the bay to say hi. They invited us aboard, gave us rum, and invited us below into their air-conditioned cabin to chat. They were great people and are on their 5th circumnavigation of the globe (unbelievable!). We stayed down there talking for an hour before going topside again to head back to our boat. We noticed the anchorage looked different, every boat was located in a different spot relative to ours since we went below. This was really confusing...
We stopped by Offshore on the way back, an Australian family that we befriended in Tahiti, to say hi again. The Captain, Will, kept joking about our boat dragging in the last hour and how he and Mike (another friend from a power boat) rescued it from sliding into the reef. The Australian accent always sounds sarcastic, so we kept taking it as a joke. Then he started joking about this gorgeous brunette who dove in the water from shore when she saw the boat dragging, power-swam to it like a super-hero, and then supposedly was asking for me by name on the boat. Again, we took it as a joke. I haven't really met anyone here in Moorea. After Will repeated it a few times, we finally caught on that our boat actually did drag and that he and Mike did have to save it from hitting the reef.
We thanked him, then booted over to Mike's boat to thank him and his wife Lynne as well. But then they started going on about this beautiful brunette who hero-swam to the boat to save it and knew who I was and met me in Galapagos. They thought she was French, which made the whole thing even more mysterious, because I haven't really met any French people on this whole trip let alone Galapagos.
I'm racking my brain trying to figure out who this Wonder Woman is, until we finally get back to the boat to find a note from Angie (a good friend that Minnie and I met and hung out with in Galapagos) that she was on the island and wanted to say hi. (Angie is blonde and not French, which is why I never thought it was her). Oh, and she wrote the note before swimming and kept it dry in her mouth while swimming over. What a hero!
What are the odds the anchor would drag and all this happen in the hour we were below deck on that other boat and finish before we came topside again? After I spent the entire night before babysitting and watching for an anchor drag? What are the odds Angie would be on that exact shore and then swimming to the boat as it started to drag? What a strange day of coincidences!
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