☀️ The Morning Hustle and Casting Off

 October 26th 2025

The sun rose over Fort Pierce, bringing with it a sense of urgent purpose. The easy laughter and boisterous stories of the night before gave way to focused action. There was a boat to ready, a passage to begin, and a crew eager to feel the rhythm of the ocean beneath them.

Admiral Brandy was already in motion, directing the final provisioning. Evie and Doug, despite a late night of reminiscing, were energized by the salty air and the smell of impending adventure. They fell easily into their roles, securing last-minute gear and checking lines—muscle memory kicking in from their old sailing days.

Captain Greg was in his element at the helm, calm and methodical, running through the pre-departure checks. First Mate Katniss moved with practiced efficiency, ensuring every fender was stowed and every piece of deck gear was lashed down tight. The Chasing Destiny was transforming from a stationary home into a finely tuned, ocean-going machine.

The Moment of Departure ⛵️

The final VHF check was complete. Lines were ready.

“All lines clear!” Brandy called out from the bow.

With a smooth, low rumble of the engines, Captain Greg gently eased the catamaran away from the dock. There was a moment of quiet focus as the vessel navigated the tight channel. Doug and Evie stood side-by-side, watching the wake swirl behind them, their faces a mix of nostalgia and excitement.

Then, they were clear.