Not long after that, I made my way to Freeport in the Bahamas and of course, the only footwear I brought were my flip-flops (a brand new pair that I bought to replace the ones I lost in Mexico). From Freeport, Ezra and Sydney Thomas of Water Cay Lodge shuttled me to a Mothership about an hour or so from Grand Bahama. Once I set foot on the Mothership, the first order the Captain gave was for us to put our shoes in the “shoe storage box” so they didn’t get in the way. So, I did — again, I went shoeless for the next 7 days. We had a banner trip and I completely got use to a barefoot life at sea. However, it was time to go. So, I packed all my things, made sure I had all my camera gear, all the rods and reels I traveled with. I double-checked to make sure I had my passport, my keys, my wallet, my phone. I watched all of my things leave the mothership and go onboard the water taxi back to Freeport. On the ride back, I reflected on the trip, the fish we caught, the ones we didn’t, the laughs, everything. Once we came off plane to approach the dock on Grand Bahama, Ezra said “grab your shoes, this bank has a lot of sharp rocks”. I started scanning the deck of the taxi thinking “where in the hell did I put my flip flops”. Like an idiot, it took me some time to realize that the reason I couldn’t find my shoes was because they were about 20 miles away on the mothership. Damn it!!!! Once again, I had to borrow some shoes (thanks Doug Jeffries) until we got to Freeport.