It's 5:47pm and we're anchored off the north tip of Peter Island. No one planned to stop here. We were heading back toward Road Town after two days at Jost Van Dyke and the wind shifted, and Trevor (the actual human one, our first mate) pointed southwest and said "look at that."
So we stopped.
The light is doing the thing it does in the BVI between January and April, where everything turns a specific shade of gold that you can't name precisely but you'd recognize anywhere. The water is so still that the reflection of the hull looks like a second boat, inverted, sailing into the seafloor.
Someone on the aft deck is playing something lo-fi on the bluetooth speaker. Three people are in the water. One person is reading. No one is checking their phone.
This is the thing about Drift that's genuinely hard to explain without sounding like a brochure: the best moments aren't the destinations. They're the in-between ones. The spontaneous stops. The way you go from having an itinerary to not caring about it anymore, usually sometime around the end of day two.
WAGMI is a catamaran, which means there's room to spread out. You can be together and also have a corner to yourself. This sounds like a small thing and it's actually huge when you're sharing a boat with six other people for a week.
We're back underway now. Road Town in about an hour. Tomorrow there's a day sail group coming aboard, and we'll probably end up at the caves on Norman Island because conditions look perfect.
The light is different every time. That's the honest truth. You could come back to the same spot six times and it would hit different every single one.
The water's warm. Come see for yourself. 🌊