This morning we went in for 9 am volley ball. I played a few games and then sat under a palm tree and read a book while Amy continued to play. I wasn't feeling a hundred percent and I suspect the PandP lunch staff probably tried to poison me in an effort to stop my less then stellar review from coming to press (or to the web I guess)

On the way back to the boat, we stopped in the middle of the harbour and dove overboard to clean off the sand. Where we are anchored in Kidd Cove is not the cleanest looking water I've ever seen and as such neither one of us wants to rinse off with anything but fresh water at the boat.

After lunch, I did a few odd jobs before returning to the beach with Brian (Tonga Time) and Amy. We were going to just hang out and be off the boats, but it turned out that the Army guys showed up and wanted to play ball. Brian and I played 2 on 4 the first game and beat the Army 15 - 0. Come guys, I have seen a beating that bad since the first gulf war.

The second game the Army increased the size of their team to 6 with 2 substitutes. They ended up beating us 15 - 12, which made me feel a little better for them. Of course they had no legal shots in the entire game, but it was fun none the less.

We went swimming for a second time to get cleaned up again and then we headed in to St. Francis for a private, 1 table Texas Holdem game. We had 9 players with a 10 dollar buy in. It came down to Amy and George (St. Francis) in the end and George took all of Amy's money. She did receive the 20 dollar second prize, so she covered our expenses for the game. Way to go team!

The ferrets greeted us at the door around 8:30 and we played tunnel tag under the blankets until 9 or so before they wore out and fell asleep inside my pillow case. Milo refused to get out and so I had to sleep on a rolled up t-shirt. He is a selfish bastard when it comes to sharing the bed.