Sailing over a volcano

"Kick 'em Jenny" is only 169ft. under us. Well, not directly under, we're almost out of the "exclusion zone", which the charts have circled around this sometimes active volcano. I'm suddenly remembering the instructive illustrations from the musty museum showing a ship tipping, Titanic-fashion, into a bubbly sea. Appariently it's like shaking champagne and then popping the cork. The resulting bubbly is so light that boats don't float. That's physics. Look up density and go on to "Eureka".
I wasn't exactly euforic. Watching for bubbles or at least a minor volcanic explotion. But only azure blue seas bordered by volcanic rocks and islands. Diamond Rock and The Sisters guard the area, naked angular sentries.
We have a seven hour motor-sail in slight to moderater winds, right on the nose. But a sunny day, calm seas, and no snow to shovel, so no complaints.

We reach Tyrell Bay in Grenada's "little sister" island, Carriacou at 4:30pm. And anchor in a sandy patch. And, simultaneously try to deal with a rather persistant oyster-seller trying to sell us his wares. Oernulf snorkels down to find a sand-buried anchor, in just four feet of water.

All should be well. hmmmm.