I looked around the anchorage one more time. No boats had come or gone. I would not miss this ambience of abandonment. I started the engine, raised the anchor, and called the lock master to request an opening. I waited at the lock with several porpoises that somehow knew the lock was opening. The gate opened slowly, the porpoises went through, and I followed. I was on my way to St Augustine 20 hours away. The winds were light so I put up as much sail as I had, and kept the engine running. I would loved to have seen Willow from aside as she cut through the waves, her white sails fully inflated. I have never seen her in this state except in photos others have shared with me. Willow has a swing keel that drops down below her fixed keel, that gives her a keel depth of 8+ feet. I put that down, set the autopilot for a point just outside of St Augustine and settled in. If all went well I would not have to make any changes to the boat until I got to my destination. Theoretically, if I went overboard, Willow would show up in St Augustine and do circles until she ran out of diesel fuel in 36 hours. Obviously, all went well. Coming into port in the dark is a challenge that I do not enjoy. You cannot safely follow the map alone, and the channel markers are difficult to discern in the dark . I made it, and only set off my depth alarm once. There was comfort in knowing that I was anchoring at the exact coordinates as I did when I was on my way to the Bahamas. At that time I had experienced 30 knot winds and the anchor held. It was 6:00 am when I silenced the engine. It was a good passage, but my eyelids were heavy. I said goodnight to the moon and goodnight to the Sun coming up too soon.