No motor, no oars

We start the day in Bequia, another windy one, with a short dinghy ride to the pier. Except the motor won't go into gear. So we row. Except one of the plastic "oarlocks" isn't holding the oar. Meanwhile the pier is getting smaller and smaller, the outer edges of the bay and the Atlantic closer and closer. So we carefully row/drift into the "Maverick of Clyde". Rob, busy sewing a sail, diagnoses the outboard with half a glance. It's the split-pin. And it was.
Towed by "Pride of Africa" back to Babette, Ørnulf changes the pin, and lashes the oar into the lock with strips. (What was life like before strips?) And then we can go into town. To look for reserve split-pins.