Tiller trouble forces me to return to Nassau in search of a welder. Plus, an oily predicament leaves me feeling rather dejected. To add insult to injury, a night of pitching and rolling tears loose a pulley on the bowsprit and, while retrieving the pieces, I accidentally drop a bronze hook overboard. Should I dive for it? Or will the barracudas bite? Join me for a shot of Haitian rum, a dash of lime, a swig of sky juice, a bit of snorkelling in Thunderball Grotto and the latest from on board my 1967 Rawson cutter, Ave del Mar.