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When all else fails, try journalism. Hallelujah! Fuel Spills Subside at Caribbean Hurricane HoleLeaky Fishing Fleet Finally Leaves Luperon Bay, a Wildlife Refuge
I started to write this story about Luperon Bay in the Dominican Republic two Mondays ago, but at 7:30 a.m. I got the message that Fernando Capellan’s luxury catamaran was destroyed by lightning. That news changed the focus of my workday, as you can see:
The story I had been about to publish was actually good news for this popular hurricane refuge, and the fiery doom of Capi IV, herself docked at Luperon, did not really fit that narrative. The good news: Luperon Bay appears to have turned the corner regarding it’s chronic petroleum spills. This slow-motion environmental disaster had begun sometime after 2021, when Dominican authorities exiled Puerto Plata’s ramshackle fishing fleet so as not to spoil the view for cruise ship guests arriving at the city’s newly opened Taino Bay cruiseship port.
This was the very definition of a Faustian bargain: Send your fishing fleet to a designated national wildlife refuge to spare American tourists the sight of rusting hulls and petroleum sheens near the cruise ship dock. After the move, fuel spills became a regular occurrence in Luperon Bay, often saturating the air with a smell of petroleum strong enough at times to wake members of the foreign sailboat population from a deep sleep.
American Captain Liza Hash, former master of a dive boat, is serving three years in U.S. federal prison right now for pumping her oily bilge overboard at sea, not in a wildlife refuge. There was no corresponding law enforcement effort to combat multiple offenses in Luperon, even though Dominican laws are similar. The elephant in the room was the fact that some number of the fishing fleet—25 or so boats at its height—were controlled by members of a drug cartel. Apparently, this had a paralyzing effect on local officialdom. Once the principals were arrested as part of “Operation Buffalo NK” in September 2024, three of the fishing boats under their control were seized and today remain in Luperon Bay tied to mangroves.
At the same time, the fleet was shrinking because of what could be described as a Darwin factor. Beginning in May 2023, five fishing boats were destroyed by fire attributed to careless fuel handling, not including a boat damaged and its crewman killed by an explosion caused by him cleaning the engine with gasoline. And then, recently, the rest of the fleet just went away—no official statement or fanfare. Spills have stopped (except for that one time when a salvage boat was being refueled at the government dock during the effort to remove the sunken hulks of the burnt vessels). According to a source, the next water-quality challenge will be to connect more homes in this village of about 17,000 people to its sewage treatment plant, operational since January 2021 but never built out fully.
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An Evening at McLeod – Sept 28 – Charleston County Parks
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If you’ve just joined our engaging little community, please read SPARS & SPARRING, my introductory piece.…. ~J
Before we get to this week’s piece, please indulge me. Over 1800 folks viewed last week’s story, BOARDING SOLO, about my experience connecting with a fellow human being on a plane to Africa. I received a harsh opinion indicating that some of my word choices could be construed as inappropriate and/or offensive. I want to be perfectly clear in conveying that not a single word or description in that essay is derogatory; I’ve spent sleepless nights since hoping I haven’t hurt anyone and considering what is right. Therefore, I’m very interested in this audience’s perception of how I told the story, if you are so inclined. There is never pressure here. Any aspect, any tangent, any commentary is more than welcome and I’m grateful that some of you already voiced your thoughts, all of which were positive. Messages go to my personal inbox and are not public.
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It’s difficult to fathom that JAWS was released over fifty years ago. My mom wouldn’t let me see it for years, and probably with good reason, as beach vacations were her favorite by far, and mine, of course, as a water lover. Why ruin that? She was right, I think, to make me wait. I’ve always wondered (don’t you?) what’s beneath my toes in murky water and that movie was certainly impactful; ocean swimming plummeted, especially around Cape Cod. Great White Sharks were demonized; their reputation went from interesting and potentially dangerous to terrifying, mystifying, persistent and huge.
I’m feeling like our world has gone from interesting and (merely) potentially dangerous to (downright) terrifying on a slew of levels and locations. I have lots of apprehension about what happens next in the United States government, but for now, here on STEADFAST, all I know is that “I’m gonna need a bigger brush.”
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There are few movie lines that have stuck with me through the decades, and that one derives from JAWS, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” The balance of my favorite escapes are from Gone With the Wind and Casablanca. In fact, the latter has a perfect tie-in to last week’s tale of two interconnected encounters, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world she walks into mine,” Rick.
On the topic of big vessels and small brushes, please click this link to see my first video attempt EVER. No judging.
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These ‘chip’ brushes are what we use to get paint and protective products into the seams, cracks, crevices and all places that dominate our projects. The handles are wooden with no plastic components. While semi-disposable (I reuse when I can), they do eliminate the need for earth-unfriendly cleaning solutions. Everything, it seems, is a trade-off.
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In general, boat maintenance is not environmentally friendly, but environmentalists still have boats; Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute on the southern edge of Massachusetts’ famous peninsula came out with the first JAWS anniversary shirt I saw this summer, “We’ve got a pretty big boat.” And they do. If you’re a blue-water ocean creatures fan, I highly recommend their newsletter. The non-profit funding status seems uncertain (there is discussion in that link) and hopefully they remain able to continue their outreach and research.
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It feels like a good year to make some popcorn from scratch and settle in for a classic escape from reality. Or two. ~J
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Trick, Treat & Trail Family Fun Run and Festival on Oct. 25
Get in the Halloween spirit with a fun-filled event for the whole family!
From: Sarah Reynolds <Sarah.Reynolds@ccprc.com>
Date: August 25, 2025 at 1:00:00 PM EDT
To: Sarah Reynolds <Sarah.Reynolds@ccprc.com>
Subject: Trick, Treat & Trail set for Oct. 25: Family Fun Run and Festival at Wannamaker County Park
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Trick, Treat & Trail Family Fun Run and Festival on Oct. 25
Get in the Halloween spirit with a fun-filled event for the whole family!
{NORTH CHARLESTON} — Get ready for a spook-tacular time at the second annual Trick, Treat & Trail Family Fun Run and Festival! Hosted by Charleston County Parks, the event will be held on Saturday, Oct. 25, beginning at 10 a.m., at Wannamaker County Park.
The festival includes ghoulish music, trick-or-treating, jump castles, face painting, and a craft. A variety of vendors will be on site selling food and refreshments, including King of Pops, Donut Daddy, Miracle’s Tasty Express, and Sweet But Not So Sweet.
Check-in for the event and trick-or-treat bag distribution will be held from 9 a.m. – 12 p.m. at the Tupelo Shelter at Wannamaker County Park. The fun run begins at 10 a.m. The course closes for runners at 10:45 a.m. The course will re-open for trick or treating from 11 a.m. – 1 p.m. The Festival will be open for the entirety of the event 10 a.m. – 1 p.m. A costume contest will be held at 12:15 p.m. Registration includes a custom trick-or-treating bag, finisher medal, and candy.
Participants are invited to dress in costume. Prizes will be awarded for the best Halloween costume in the following age categories: Under 6, 6-8, 9-10, 11-15, 16-20, and 20 and up. Awards will also be presented for the best pet costume, best duo costume, and best group costumes of 3 or more. The costume contest will be held shortly after noon.
Admission to the race and event will be charged per vehicle of up to 15 people. Advance registration is $20 per vehicle and ends Wednesday, Oct. 23. If not sold out, registration will be available on-site for $25 per vehicle only until 12 p.m. Advance registration is recommended. Register for the event on the event webpage at https://www.ccprc.com/3715/Trick-Treat-Trail.
The fun run is open to runners and walkers of all levels, including beginners. Accessible parking and restrooms are available. The route includes a grass meadow and paved trails. This is a loop course with water stations and an optional shortcut route. Dogs are allowed at this event but must remain leashed and under control at all times.
This event is hosted by Charleston County Parks. For more information about this event and to register, please visit https://www.ccprc.com/3715/Trick-Treat-Trail or call (843)-795-4386.
Owned by the Charleston County Park and Recreation Commission, Wannamaker County Park is located at 8888 University Boulevard in North Charleston, SC (Hwy 78). The mission of CCPRC is to improve the quality of life in Charleston County by offering a diverse system of park facilities, programs and services. The large park system features over 11,000 acres of property and includes four land parks, three beach parks, three dog parks, a skate park, two landmark fishing piers, three waterparks, 19 boat landings, a climbing wall, a challenge course, an interpretive center, a historic plantation site, an equestrian center, cottages, a campground, a marina, as well as wedding, meeting and event facilities. The park system also offers a wide variety of recreational services – festivals, camps, classes, programs, volunteer opportunities, and more. For more information, call 843-795-4386 or visit www.charlestoncountyparks.com.
Charleston County Park & Recreation Commission / 861 Riverland Dr. / Charleston, SC 29412 / (843) 795-4386
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This is a weird one. The Coast Guard pulled a U.K. citizen named Miles Connors off a sailboat 40 miles south of Florida, brought him back to the U.S. and then charged him with being in the country illegally. According to the federal criminal complaint against Connors, investigators found that Connors had been in the country illegally before sailing aboard Stormy Weather with two other people, bound for Cuba. The two other people were identified only as S.V. and A.A. in court documents. Stormy Weather is a Florida registered boat owned by S.V., a Canadian who had entered the U.S. in July “on a valid non-immigrant B2 visa.” A.A. was captain of the vessel, described as a Russian-born U.S. citizen. Connors, according to the complaint, “had several previous interactions with U.S. Immigration authorities,” beginning in 2006. His first deportation happened in 2008 at a port of entry in northern New York. The complaint picks up the narrative:
The encounter with the Coast Guard happened at 11 a.m. on August 20 about 40 miles south of Marathon, Florida, the boat’s departure point. The Coast Guard was able to terminate the voyage and seize the vessel—at least temporarily—because it was determined that it did not have a Coast Guard permit to enter Cuba or Cuban territorial waters. All three people were taken aboard the Cutter Maple, which proceeded to tow Stormy Weather back to Marathon. The boat’s Florida registry—a U.S. vessel—gives the Coast Guard jurisdiction over her anywhere in the world, even though the owner is Canadian. (This should provide an example to those readers who continue to insist, contrary to all public information on the issue, that Americans can legally travel by boat to Cuba. Coast Guard form 3300 “permit to enter Cuban territorial waters” may exist, but Coast Guard officers have been instructed not to approve any 3300 application, as doing so would be contrary to U.S. foreign policy. You can’t get a permit, and going without a permit is unlawful, as the crew of Stormy Weather has learned.) So, according to court documents, Connors had left but was brought back to face charges that he had been in the U.S. illegally before he left. Connors faces up to two years in prison for illegal reentry into the U.S. The documents don’t say what penalties, if any, S.V. and A.A. may face. They were given Miranda warnings while being interviewed. If you know these people, please share their names so we can get some more answers. LOOSE CANNON covers hard news, technical issues and nautical history. Every so often he tries to be funny. Subscribe for free to support the work. If you’ve been reading for a while—and you like it—consider upgrading to paid. You’re currently a free subscriber to LOOSE CANNON. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription. |
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SPARRING WITH MOTHER NATURE brings you aboard as we joust our way back onto the water. We’ve come a long way with a ways to go… Your support is essential. Thank you. J
If you’ve just joined our engaging little community, please read SPARS & SPARRING, my introductory piece.…. ~J Please find this interconnectedness story a pleasant diversion from boatwork. For all of us. I recounted this story at a friend’s dinner party and we could not stop raising our eyebrows. I’m not a big believer in coincidence; there are higher powers at work. This tale is not fiction. Let’s consider it the power of the universe, if you believe in such things. Or even if you don’t. A handful of years ago, I booked a window ticket on one of those bulky, world-covering Boeings from Washington, DC southeast across a large portion of the planet; a trip through both time and space to Johannesburg, South Africa. My receipt indicated no stops, seventeen hours in the air. I settled in, gazing out and about. I can never stop myself from wondering how so many people can be going to the same place from the same place at the very same time as I am. The passenger assigned next to me arrived as late as possible with an eclectic assortment of carry-ons. She settled in as well, clearly a seasoned traveler in colorful garb that emphasized her shiny, exotic, elephant-wrinkled ebony skin and regal air. A brilliantly aged African character in a tall head wrap straight out of National Geographic Magazine was sitting in 29B. I was awed, and, for once, quietly considered protocol. She leaned her cane between us, greeting me politely but not openly, socks pulled high. The standard take-off rigamarole ensued with the pilot announcing that our arrival in Ghana was estimated to be slightly ahead of schedule. Ghana? Seriously? I scanned the cabin. “You are leaving me there,” she told me in a stunning mix of accents, and then, a completely different topic, “Where’s your husband?” she asked gently while somehow also eyeing me suspiciously. I explained my rendezvous plan to no avail or approval and we settled in, she watching a movie and me reading, dozing, gazing. With barely a glance in my direction, as sunrise arrived with croissants and tea, she began to speak, the same low, lyrical tone and clear command of English I had been treated to the evening prior.
“In my country you pick your husband by his foofoo soup,” was her opening line. I raised my eyebrows, universal for that was unexpected….among other things…she continued, unphased. “Now, you remember dis,” it was a softly commanded request that I pay attention to her story, and her culture, and the importance of both.” In order to be a good husband you have to make foofoo soup. And just right. If he can’t make foofoo soup, he’s no good.” She nodded her elegant, wisened visage seriously, “I taught my son, and he married happy. I just saw him, two months, with a grandbebe.,” She went through the recipe and that, I admittedly, have lost to time, but I recall Cassava, which even as a Caterer I didn’t utilize on my traditional American menu. As she spoke the animation grew; she told of a boy who failed the test and was heartbroken, and one who excelled and was chosen, assumably to live happily ever after. I was enthralled far more by the telling, even, than by the tale. As the day brightened we landed on the beach-outlined coastline of Ghana, West Africa, a place I had never expected to be. I stood and she solemnly shook my hand upon departure; ensuring with a single finger in front of my nose that I would always remember what she had shared. Her straight, retreating back is the last thing I recall of her, shrugging off all offers of assistance. I settled back into 29A and allowed my phone to find a cell tower, regardless of the fees. Those of us continuing on were not allowed to touch the ground here, and we had a tropical two-hour wait. I went through my peeps, especially those I had lost track of and sent them a text that simply said, “The only text message you will ever receive from Ghana.” Those random messages, my favorite kind, elicited interesting responses, amusing me for days. One was something about being shanghaied on a pirate ship; and now I wonder, how’s that for foreshadowing? Upon my return to DC two weeks later I requested a long UBER ride and found myself behind the driver of a spotlessly clean older model Mercedes, remarkably reminiscent of Thailand and the gentleman I had hired there for pennies on the dollar. He peered at me in his rear-view mirror with a beautiful smile that split his strong coffee-colored face, and was careful to annunciate his words as he read the address of our destination. “Yes, thank you,” I told him, as he focused on his (I assume) lonely customer service job, the one where people aren’t interested, don’t inquire, don’t converse, preferring the comfort zone of their phone. My eyes were tired, my phone tucked away. I let him navigate Dulles International Airport traffic and hesitated for a moment or two, wondering selfishly if a conversation would be complicated as he was clearly from far elsewhere, and a bit uncomfortable, perhaps, trying to make a living in a foreign land. I had a feeling, call it intuition, six sense, whatever, that I should delve in. “Where are you from?” I inquired, an ordinary go-to, given the circumstances. “Ah. West Africa, Miss. I am from Ghana,” he glanced again in the small rear-view, to gauge my reaction, my knowledge of geography, my inclusion, my acceptance. “Ah,” I said in return. “You make good fufu soup?” The dark eyes widened. “You know fufu soup?” he was comically incredulous and expressive to hear of something from his homeland, I’m sure of it. I’m no hero, and not trying to be, but let me tell you that the connection I made with that man in that car will never be forgotten. I told him that I had just been there, and it was beautiful, and about the seemingly powerful, impressive woman on the plane. “When did you fly?” he asked, and I considered, finally producing the date. “That is my mother,” he told me, his voice mimicking hers now, “I miss her very much.” I have never forgotten. ~J Tell the world about your otherworldly connection, please.
See you next week back aboard STEADFAST. Elizabeth Beggins aren’t you pleased I talked to all those strangers?!
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What’s Happening In Your Parks Aug/Sept – Charleston County Parks
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Elizabeth City sits at the southern terminus of the Dismal Swamp Canal and has the well-earned reputation of being a transient friendly town with free dockage for 72 hours.
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When all else fails, try journalism. Jetski/Pontoon Maker Appears To Have Settled in Virginia DeathFlorida Case Continues, as Facebook Scrubbed of Other Sea-Doo Stories
At one point, the death of Neeya Hussain was going to become a nationwide “class-action lawsuit,” according to the family’s lawyer, Emily Mapp Brannon. That was in October 2024, a few months after the nine-year-old was killed when the Hussain’s Sea-Doo Switch flipped over on a Virginia Lake on the Fourth of July. Now, Brannon isn’t talking, except to say: “You are not permitted to call my client. We are also not permitted to discuss this matter. There is no comment.” Client Nadim Hussain, who is 40, did not respond to a text. “This is confidential information and we are not commenting on such topics publicly,” said Emilie Proulx, spokesperson for BRP, the Canadian manufacturer of the Switch, the hybrid jetski-pontoon boat in question. Sounds like things people say when they’ve reached an out-of-court cash settlement, no? When Loose Cannon first published stories about Neeya’s death on Lake Anna and a similar accident that has incapacitated a Florida toddler for life, Switch owners on Facebook reacted by sharing their stories of having flipped or almost flipping when they too had suddently decelerated. Those Facebook threads are gone, having apparently been scrubbed. (Pro tip: Don’t assume “saving” a Facebook post is permanent. For a permanent record, take screenshots of the commentary or convert it to PDF format instead. Ask me how I know. Those “saved threads” have all been replaced by markers labeled “content not available.”) Luigi Bazzani is an investigator working for the Miami law firm Goldberg and Rosen, which represents the family of 28-month-old Vianca Grullon in a $30 million lawsuit against BRP. She nearly died when her family’s Switch flipped over forward on the St. Johns River in Florida over Labor Day Weekend a year ago. Bazzani is trying to find owners such as those who told their (now disappeared) Switch stories on Facebook or anyone else who recalls flipping or almost flipping the same model of jet-powered Sea-Doo watercraft. (Bazzani can be reached at 305-219-8840. His email is bazzani@me.com) SOME EARLIER STORIES
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What’s Happening In Your Parks – Charleston County Parks
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When all else fails, try journalism. Politician Says This Species Is Getting Too GreedyBill To Address Sharks Bitting off Hunks of Fish We’ve Caught
The author is an 8th-generation Floridian, born and bred in Tallahassee, which probably explains her unhealthy fascination with Florida politics. Educated at Florida State University and Oxford University in England, she has been writing for newspapers since 1983. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, the Times of London, the Guardian, the Washington Post, the Oxford American, and Flamingo. This opinion piece was published on August 11, 2025 in the Florida Phoenix and is reprinted here with permission. By DIANE ROBERTSThe sharks are eating the fish. Too many fish. Our damn fish. For 450 million years, the sharks have had everything their way, swimming around the ocean like they own the place, chowing down on that endless seafood buffet. Who do those sharks think they are? Other than, like, sharks. We celebrate George Washington and Abraham Lincoln one lousy day a year. Sharks get a whole week. No más. Florida Republican U.S. Sen. Rick Scott means to show these arrogant top predators he means business. Sen. Scott’s elegantly named and creatively capitalized “Supporting the Health of Aquatic systems through Research, Knowledge, and Enhanced Dialogue (or SHARKED) Act will address bad behavior in the shark community.¹ No longer will the sharks be allowed to appropriate fish for their own selfish nutritional ends. It’s a bipartisan effort: Sen. Brian Schatz, a Democrat, is Scott’s SHARKED co-sponsor, although he’s being cautious about what he says. Schatz is from Hawaii, where certain sharks are considered sacred, what with them being people’s reincarnated ancestors. Funnily enough, Schatz was once part of the shark-coddling caucus, all-in on legislation to protect those deep sea devils. But he’s clearly seen the light, read the room, and smelled the Trumpy zeitgeist: It’s all about the money. Sport fishing in Hawaii is worth hundreds of millions. Scott also once expressed a bit of sympathy for sharks. When he saw images of boaters “abusing a young tiger shark in Citrus County,” he wrote a tough letter to the head of NOAA demanding somebody do something. The senator still wants somebody to do something, and, by God, the Scott-Schatz bill is going to do it. More or less. ‘Unnatural Food Source’It directs the secretary of commerce to put together a task force to figure out why elasmobranch cartilaginous fishes (as ichthyology nerds call them) gobble up the very fish sportsmen and women spend so much cash to catch. You drop big money on a three-day charter out of Destin, spend another grand on your Yeti cooler, your Bora Bora hat, your Columbia convertible pants, your Coors, your Jack, your Pringles, your Publix subs, your peanut M&Ms, you finally get something on the line, but next thing you know, Mister Jerk Shark smells the blood in the water, swims up, and takes a big old bite of your 400 lb. blue marlin. OK, maybe the shark was hungry, but that’s no excuse. The American Sportfishing Association, the American Fisheries Society, and others rightly upset about sharks’ indefensible habit of consuming their usual source of protein, complain “shark depredation is clearly detrimental to anglers and predated fish that would otherwise be released.” They point out all that illicit predation “creates an unnatural food source for sharks.” The sharks would argue fish are, in fact, their entirely natural food source, but if it comes to a choice between those toothy behemoths and a $230 billion industry, the sharks lose. Bottom line: Sharks are hurting the economy. This is a condensed version of Diane Robert’s full essay “Pitted against capitalism, poor sharks don’t stand a chance,” linked here. LOOSE CANNON covers hard news, technical issues and nautical history. Every so often he tries to be funny. Subscribe for free to support the work. If you’ve been reading for a while—and you like it—consider upgrading to paid. 1 Yes, humor aside, this is an actual bill. It’s goal is to “address shark depredation” and develop “techniques and strategies to reduce harmful interactions between sharks and humans, including the development and use of non-lethal deterrents.” National Marine Fisheries must report back to congress on this topic in two years. You’re currently a free subscriber to LOOSE CANNON. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription.
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Royal Marsh Harbour Yacht Club is a premier yacht club in the Abacos and A CRUISERS NET SPONSOR! If you cruise to the Abacos and the Marsh Harbour area, you should consider joining this great group of like-minded cruisers.
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Booking window: Aug 25 – Aug 31st
Travel window: Must buy and fly by Aug 31st
Call 954-771-0330
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