Crash
June 6th 2025
The rising sun cast a golden glow over Green Turtle Cay, painting the water in hues of amber and rose. At 0700, the groan of the anchor chain breaking free of the seabed echoed across the quiet harbor, a sound that usually sparked a flurry of activity from our beloved boat mascot, Crash. But today, the deck remained eerily empty. A quick search confirmed our growing suspicion: Crash, a blow up turtle we’d adopted two months prior, had decided his heart belonged to the sun-drenched shores of Green Turtle Cay.
A collective sigh, a mix of sadness and understanding, rippled through the crew. We knew his wild heart yearned for the freedom of the island. He’d taught us much about embracing the moment, about finding joy in the simple things. Now, it seemed, he was teaching us about letting go.
With a final glance back at the receding silhouette of Green Turtle Cay, we turned our bow towards Marsh Harbour. This was it – our new home, our mooring ball awaiting us for the next year. The journey was a quiet one, filled with reflection and the gentle hum of the engines. As the turquoise waters began to deepen, a new energy started to stir amongst the crew. The salty air and the promise of a fresh start ignited a desire for a different kind of life.
It was time to get cleaned up and presentable a proper meal ashore. The decision was unanimous: dinner at Snapper’s, nestled within the lively Conch Inn Marina. This is the home of Navigare , where we chartered our first boat.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting vibrant streaks of orange and purple across the sky, we tied up at the marina. The familiar scent of grilled fish and the distant murmur of laughter drifted on the breeze, promising a delightful evening. Stepping onto the dock, we felt the shift from sea legs to solid ground, a welcome change after days of gentle rocking.
Cleaned up and feeling human again, we walked towards Snapper’s. The restaurant was bustling, filled with the cheerful chatter of fellow cruisers and locals. We found a table by the water, the gentle lapping of the waves a soothing backdrop to our conversation.
Over plates of perfectly grilled fish and shared stories of our adventures, the sadness of leaving Crash behind began to recede, replaced by a warm sense of anticipation for what Marsh Harbour held. We raised our glasses, not just to a new home, but to new beginnings, to adventures yet to unfold, and to the enduring spirit of life on the water.
