We spent the night on the boat, and finally got some sleep. It had been quite a while since any of us slept (Well, I may have grabbed a nap or two.), and we all just sort of passed out when our heads hit our pillows (Yes, of course I have my own pillow.). By this time, it was pretty much almost daylight, but we didn't care. We just needed to sleep. A few hours later, I really had to go to the potty, so I politely asked Cappy (using my woo-woo-woo voice) to take me to the cockpit. She wasn't very happy about it, but she got up, threw on some clothes and carried me up to the cockpit/restroom. While I was taking care of business (and let me tell you, it was so good to do that standing straight up and not being tossed around), she was looking around and stretching and she saw this car not too far away on the side of the canal that had something written on the side of it like "POLICE." I'm not really sure what that means, but it must be important because it got Cappy's attention. Then, this man wearing all black got out of the car and waved at her. She waved back. Then he started yelling at her. At first we couldn't hear what he was saying. But finally, we could hear, "What's the name of your vessel?" (Vessel means boat.)
Cappy yelled back at him, "Morning Star!"
Then he yelled back at her, "The US Coast Guard is looking for you!"
I'm not really sure what that meant, but it couldn't have been good, from the look on Cappy's face. Anyway, she and John talked for a few minutes, then they pulled the big anchor thing out of the water and we turned the boat around and went back the way we had come from. I had heard Cappy ask the man in black something about getting fuel, and he gave her directions where to go to get some. So we followed his directions, and sure enough we found this really big gas station, and the man in black was waiting there us. He made Cappy and John fill out a bunch of papers and asked them a bizillion questions, but when our fuel tank was finally full, he let us go and even gave us directions where to go from there.
Turns out, the place we had wanted to get to, Grand Isle, wasn't going to be a good place for us afterall. So we had to change our plans - again! We wound up going north from this big-boat place called Port Fourchon and up this really pretty "bayou" call Bayou Lafourche. I found out that a bayou is sort of lazy sort of river thing that boats can use, sometimes, to get to where they need to go. It's not very wide, and it's not very deep, but it goes in the right direction.
So we spent the whole day going up this bayou thing. Actually, it was really kind of nice. There were trees and all kinds of plants and stuff all around, and there were some very pretty houses, and I even got to take a nap or two in the peace and quiet.
We finally got to where we were going (and I'm not sure where that was) sometime after dark. We couldn't find a good place to park, so John pulled the boat into a space between two big boats called barges, and he and Cappy tied it to some big stick things coming out of the water. They said they were pilings, whatever that is.
