I had to go back to Majuro for a medical leave. After my check up, everything turned out fine. The plane needed a new propeller, so it was down for 2 weeks and I had to stay in Majuro. Finally Capt. Joel was able to get Adam and I onto a boat to Jaluit called the Jouj Juon. We got to the dock at 10:00 when the boat was supposed to leave, but they had a hydraulic hose bust on the lift. They decided to take off anyway then about 1 mile out they turned around and came back to the dock. Now Capt. Joel had gone home and Adam and I stayed sleeping on the boat all night until we got woke up at about 4:00 a.m. by a heavy rain. Then we walked to the store to get some breakfast at about 8:00 a.m. and to try to call Capt. Joel to tell him what’s going on. We never got a hold of him, but someone from the church drove by us walking and told him they saw us, so he came out to see what was happening. Finally about 1:00 p.m. the hose got fixed and we left again. We get out in the lagoon and start driving in circles, because of some rudder problem I heard. About 5:00 p.m. we are out into the open ocean with the boat rocking like a pendulum on a clock and Adam gets sea sick. Everything was cool I was alright up until about 3:00 a.m. when the captain turned the engines to idle. Here I am out in the middle of the Pacific somewhere only God knows where, staring though the back window of the cabin on the upper deck of the ship at a captain scratching his head in disarray. I didn’t know if the rudder busted or the navigation failed, and I was really too scared to ask at this point. There I was rocking back and forth praying that some rouge wave doesn’t come and kill us all. God drew me very close to him that night. Needless to say we did arrive safely in Jabor at about 1:00 that afternoon, where the captain and his crew were praying to God and I'm sure thanking him. Oh by the way Jouj Juon means (Grace One) in Marshallese.
