This morning we had arranged to visit the Fort de France coastguard, we were there for nine. This was an incredibly emotional meeting, we were welcomed inside and then talked through the process of our rescue, the lady in charge was struggling not to cry and it was hard not to just jump up and give her a cuddle. Apparently when it went wrong for us it went wrong for a number of other yachts as well, so they were very busy. Not just that, but at the same time the year before they had had a similar situation where a yacht was in trouble and they had been unable to save them, so they had just wanted us to survive, to be rescued and be alive. Hearing this I was just grateful for all that they had done and that we were alive. We met with all the staff, thanking them all and then James sat down with them and looked at the boats last AIS position and the drift zone that she was heading in, it is so far offshore and such a massive area, with our luck we are never going to find her and the enormity of the task hits me. We left the coastguard and met up with Kat and Will who were staying nearby and who James was taking to the airport along with Tony. It was lovely to see them again, I think I will always have a huge place in my heart for Will because it’s his face I see when I think about the rescue, when I handed him my children, in that moment the look of concern and concentration on his face and that he didn’t drop them. He had said that as he grabbed each of them it was probably seconds but it felt like he held them for ages and whilst he had Heath in his arms this little boy had just cuddled him back and quietly said thank you to him. We had a quick drink and then the children and I waved them off and set about getting ferry tickets to St Lucia. At the ferry terminal we hit a hurdle, as we had no onward flight we weren’t allowed to go to St Lucia, I tried to explain what had happened but no, bugger. So back up to the coastguard who wrote us a very stiff letter explaining our circumstances, they also spoke with the British consulate and border control, we should now be able to go. Back to the ferry and yes it worked, we booked tickets for the following day. We returned to the hotel, James had put a help on a cruisers forum and was being inundated with messages of encouragement and offers of help, a Welsh guy called John had offered Jim help to find Dove II and to stay aboard his yacht in Antigua, this was it Jim booked a flight for the next day. It was done, even though we didn’t have a clue of what we were doing, we didn’t want to just give up and go home, we had to try to find the boat and keep going and the only way to do this was to split up. We would be saying goodbye to James again, us to St Lucia and him to Antigua, we went out for pizza then crashed early, everyone was exhausted, it had been an emotional few days.