Not so fast...

 I spoke too soon.  

I woke up at midnight to the sound of chain on coral.  Not right - I anchored on sand.  Looked at Anchor Sentry.  WTF?  My tracks are now going at right angles to this afternoon's.  And wandering all over the place, not back and forth like they would if the chain were stretching and contracting.  Jumped up to check the depth.  28 feet.  I anchored in 45 feet.  Oh crap.  Conclusion?  The wind had shifted and the anchor was no longer set.  I was being dragged over the coral that Nick had had his problems with earlier in the day.

So at 12:30 am, in pitch darkness, I go forward to raise the anchor.  Luckily I had my headband light with me.  It was blowing quite a bit, but not the 40-50 knots that we had earlier.  Got the anchor up and ran back to the cockpit, turning the boat around into the wind.  I headed for my previous anchor spot, overshot it by a bit and dropped the hook again.  Wind picked up big time just as I got back to the cockpit.  Anchor seemed to hold fine.

So I spent the rest of the night waking up every twenty minutes to check Anchor Sentry.  Turns out Nick had a sleep-deprived night too.  At least he didn't drag again. 

Time to leave this miserable anchorage.  Winds are supposed to die down.

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