It’s 2:30pm and boats are leaving the Atlantis Marina like a Mardi Gras parade charging down Bourbon Street.  After being held captive (I can’t believe I am writing this) by the 30 mph winds for a week we set off on an easterly course to Highbourne Cay about 1.5 hours away.    With the wave splash coming over the bow and thunderstorms circling us like war painted Comanche it was time to get the one safety device above all that will save your life.  For 500 dollars a handheld GPS that’s send out a may day for 48 hours once activated can become your best friend real quick (sorry Wiley).  Fortunately we pushed ahead maneuvering around some of the worst weather to see land and what a pleasant surprise highborn became.  Imagine 2 miles of a private island, mostly occupied with lush mangroves and mini palm trees scarcely inhabited by 8 residences, all of which work at the marina/only restaurant on the island.  Throw in a few bikes and a golf cart and you can get the picture of the last two days. Making friends on the docks, riding bikes to small coves to snorkel and of course it wouldn’t be complete with a boot camp on a deserted stretch of beach.