At first light we slipped our mooring at Port Morgan, our new friend Mackenzie was there untie the knot that he had tied three days earlier and it was with relief and anticipation that we set sail for home. The native fisherman were already sailing for open water to find the day's catch and we took some pictures of them in passing. Just as we were settling into a groove with the Sirius satellite radio belting out some Jimmy Buffet, I saw two small dots on the horizon that turned into gunboats once I trained the binoculars on them. I alerted the crew that we might have visitors, not much else you can do when you're sailing along at six knots! Much to my relief the gunboats were from the U.N. not Haiti, after some radio small talk we sailed on to the west eager to meet the small weather window that was forcast so we could transit the Windward Passage before the next cold front.