From the deck of the cutter we'd been surveyed by a gaggle of curious sailors. The ship now came in extremely close. Hands could be seen scribbling down our registration numbers and sail numbers.
Radio: "Quantos personas (something, something � how many people on board?)"
Eric: "Tres personas."
Another radio silence followed, after which we got some waves we couldn't interpret.
Sean: "Looks like they're coming aboard..."
Brian: "Cutting engine."
The engine expired and we slowed, Eric and I ready to receive lines and Brian maneuvering so as not to crash us into the steel hull of the cutter. From the deck of the navy ship came a quick series of signals, indicating in no uncertain terms....that we were to continue onward! The engine came back to life and we surged ahead. The cutter trailed us for a few minutes more, then crossed our wake and made off up the coast. Horray! The wait for the navy back in Madero had paid off handsomely! A boarding at sea is likely to be an amazing hassle � we've heard stories where it takes hours. We steamed ahead and made the harbor cliffs of Puerto Angel by 5:00 pm. Tehuantepec, thank you for being so kind! Your humble mariners are indebted.