We stopped at the Carajos Cargados shoals so the crew could catch a breather, most were struck down with sea sicknesss. The seas coming out of Mauritius were crossed and were a pretty advanced introduction to ocean crossings, but the winds were fantastic. The morning after we arrived, two very friendly local fishermen came for a visit and to give us some (many) freshly caught fish. They would not take any money, all they wanted was some fresh fruit and rhum. I almost had to wonder if there was any truth to the pirate movies that depicts rhum as the most valuable commodity.
Most everyone aboard hopped on the fisherman's boat for a ride over to his spit of land and a little tour of his tin home. Apparently only three people live on the island year round, a few more could be found on the adjacent atoll. Short of a few dental problems, due to scurvy, he loved his life in this desolate place where birds fly a few feet over head and others could be touched with the outstretch of a hand. They had no running water or electricity; visitors were few and far between and I had to wonder... how much do we really need to be happy?