We made it!

The wind seemed to emanate directly from the island of Saint Martin as we motored into the confused and choppy sea. The boat pitched and rolled as Dan and I took turned sleeping on the cabin floor, the only berth that we would not be tossed out of. It took us 23 hours to cover some 80 miles. Do that math, it adds up to a huge pain in the ass. We wind shifted as we neared Saint Martin. We raised they sailed and had them very close hauled. The edge of the jib caught on one of our spreader guards during a tack. The result is a small tear in the edge of our sail. Nothing too serious, however it will need to be repaired before we leave Saint Martin. Luckily there are many marine services here due to the large charter fleet; we will search out a sail loft in the morning. Everyone here speaks French and I am currently sitting in a French bakery with free WiFi. Quite a different culture than the one we left behind in the British Virgins. We'll see if we can post more tomorrow, right now I'm totally out of energy; these passages were much easier with four people.