Gulf of Mexico Fail
|Date: December 16th, 2012|
|Location: Brownsville, TX|
I was the first to start feeling sick. Shortly after eating a grapefruit it was coming up the opposite direction. An hour later Carlos started feeling queasy. Then, when I went to relieve Jesse from the helm at three in the morning he ran below and started violently throwing up. Within a few hours he was incapacitated with a fever. By morning I had come down with the same fever. The straw that finally broke the camels back was when Carlos pulled up one of the floor boards and made a concerning discovery. Rawhide was taking on water from somewhere and two of the three bilge pumps had failed so it wasn’t being pumped out. He looked up at me with a defeated look in his eyes and said one word, “Brownsville.”
If things had gone as planned we would have been 150 miles from Brownsville Texas but the wind blowing 20 knots out of the south east had forced us due south along the coast. We were fortuitously only 30 miles away. That evening Jesse, Mittie and myself stepped off of Carlos’ ill fated vessel and for reasons you’ll have to wait to hear we won’t be getting back on. The next day we were back on our respective boats and were well thankful to be there instead of out on the Gulf of Mexico in Rawhide. That adventure is over.