December 29, 2015
We are still at Lynnyard Cay.
Towards the evening, a funny old man who was quite drunk motored up in a small boat. “I hope you’re enjoying it,” he said, approaching us where we sat at the table. We had just finished lunch. He said he spent 50 or more nights a year there, and that it was his special spot. He said he knew the owner but that the owner did not know him, and claimed to have built the tables and to have furnished the picnic table we found there. He also brought a couch with him. Ryan helped him to bring it to shore. He said he had a friend, whom we saw in a rowboat just offshore, who was “too shy” to talk to people. They seemed to be waiting for us to leave, so we did. We ate dinner separately.
I am feeling a little bit better. I made a poster about Tethys and other ancient Greek goddesses of the sea for Lily, who is a fierce mermaid warrior and a free-speaker. I like her very much.