The wind and waves growled us towards the shore of No Name Cay at 5am, the morning of our pig event. We anticipated that this might happen, and when it did, we started the engine and repositioned ourselves back into the waters deep. An evening of vigilance and bouncing left us somewhat sleep deprived, so when we got to our next destination we payed for a secure mooring in a protected harbor. We slept, and gave our queasy stomachs a respite from nature’s wrath. We did not do much that awakening day. We walked around the town (Green Turtle Cay) of 500. We gathered some supplies. We checked out at Customs. Our intention was to hop from island to island for the next three days and then to make our final hop through the Gulf Stream to the US. We stopped at Manjack Cay. We snorkeled over a ship wreck, explored a mangrove, and snorkeled an oceanside reef. I gathered and prepared several conch. We also caught a fish. I don’t know what kind, but it was good. After another good nights sleep, we sailed to Spanish Cay and anchored off-shore to eat lunch. We got the last weather report we would be able to get before we got to the US. In three days, the weather would force us to tuck behind the south side of an island. There really wasn’t much that fit that description. In two days we could be in the US if we entered the open Atlantic earlier and skipped the island hopping. It turned out that both Don and I were craving some open ocean sailing so we weighed anchor and headed out into the deep blue. We did not have any wind but wind was forecast for the evening and beyond. The open ocean was eerily smooth. The water was clear. The ocean bottom was visible until about 60 feet. We watched flying fish glide a foot above the water for the length of a football field. Don has better eyes than I do. He spotted a porpoise breaking water a half mile away. I had not seen one since I got to the Bahamas. The porpoise got close enough for me to see. It got yet closer, and it almost looked as though it was pursuing us. As it got even closer, it was joined by another one, and then another, and another. They were definitely coming to intercept us. Soon we had 8 porpoises at our bow. They were swimming from side to side, looking at us from eye to eye. They would swim over, under and around each other, bumping, and breaking the surface to exhale and inhale through their blowhole. I have seen porpoises at our bow before but never in water this clear. At one point, there were 14 porpoises. Anyone that has imagined intelligent life beyond our solar system would be enthralled to discover it at the bow of a sailboat. These animals were having fun, showing off for us. What an experience. A couple of them rejoined us within the next hour, but after that, darkness obfuscated the theater beside and below us, but it expanded it to infinity it above us. And then came the wind.