So there we were, in Deadman’s Bay on an overnight anchor. We had been there all day enjoying the amazing beach and swimming, along with plenty of rum drinks. Around 3am, a windy storm was upon us and we got up to close hatches and realized we were dragging anchor. We were slowly moving towards two other boats behind us and had to pull the anchor up and try to reposition the boat in almost total darkness with wind and a heavy downpour. After some time trying to avoid other boats and figure out where to attempt to anchor, the storm finally passed and we began to see sunlight peeking over the horizon. We changed plans and just held the boat steady another half hour before having enough daylight to motor out and on to the Baths. Having almost no sleep and still half drunk (I wasn’t driving the boat fyi), I got seasick the entire way to the Baths. I remember kissing the ground after swimming for my life from the dinghy line to get to shore!