My alarm went off at 1:25 am. As I walked up to the deck the boat started to slow down. We were anchoring for the night. However, there didn't seem to be anything around us, yet the sonar showed we were at 15 ft. of water. I saw a couple of blinking lights in the distance which Wayne explained were Chub Cay and Andros. I went back down to sleep.

Breakfast was served around 9. Afterwards we moved about a mile to Conch City where Wayne gave out orders to hunt (or gather) conch. We all jumped in with our snorkels and fins and started trying to reach the bottom. This was actually not as easy for me since we were at 15 ft. of water. I had a hard time equalizing while kicking to descend. John, Luke, and most others who have been on the trip before pretty much had no problem doing it, unlike all us newbies. Linda was the first one to get one, but it was already dead. Given that, we started looking out for some that moved so as to prevetn wasted effort. Tina finally was able to grab one, but as Danielle and Ryan put it, she almost blew an ear drum in the process. Finally after some practice, I reached the bottom and grabbed one, although it looked much bigger from the surface. In all, we collected around 30 shells.

Joe started the boat heading toward our next dive site which would be a wall dive (the point where the ocean floor descends pretty much vertically). On the way, John broke the shells to get all the meat out and Joe demonstrated the process of cleaning them - this consists of cutting off their eyes and spinal cord and skinning them until you end up with a piece about 1×3 inches. All this while trying not to let the knife fly off your hand since they are pretty damn slippery.

Once we got to our dive site, Linda decided no to join us so Laurel and I got our stuff ready and jumped in along with Greg, Wayne, and Joe. We swam over coral at around 40 ft. and watched as Joe sped by on his sea scooter (which looked like a lot of fun). We then reached an area where we were able to descend quickly to around 90 ft., and from there I could clearly see the steep drop of the wall - gloomy and very intimidating, at least to me since this was my first real dive. They say wall dives can be dangerous because you can go very deep very fast without realizing it and, sure enough, I check my gauge and we're down at around 115 ft. And mind you, we're still above the wall looking down into the darkness. While I was excited about my first deep dive, it was also my first encounter with sea lice which stung a good portion of my right arm.

On the way back, Laurel and I got a bit disoriented and had to surface to look for the boat - fortunately we weren't far at all. As we approached it, we noticed John and Luke were fishing from the stern. Someone later asked to not do that while divers were down since the bait could attract sharks.

Once back on the boat, we had lunch and found out why J.B. hadn't done the dive. Turns out he thought he had some broken ribs from the 4:45 incident. I don't think anyone on the boat had a clue since he had done the first dive and seemed ok. He's just a very silent sufferer.

We started heading to Andros - more specifically to Morgan's Bluff, a port on the northeast side. On the way, John and Greg caught a mahi with two lines but, unfortunately, we did not have a net on the boat which made getting it on board an impossible task so it got away. A bit later, Luke also caught one but the same scenario repeated.

As we approached Andros, we noticed a water barge arriving ahead of us. Isabel explained that since Andros is the largest island, most of the fresh water is collected there and then distributed to all the other smaller ones. This explained the water faucet logo on the barge that Laurel was so curious about.

After docking, Wayne called customs and Tina started cooking conch fritters. They were served along with apple sauce, salad, and cheesecake for dessert. Figures that as dinner was being served, the customs officer showed up. After eating, Wayne and J.B. went off to look for a doctor. Everyone else started to make plans to take a walk around. I started to get a slight headache and decided to just stay in and take a nap. I seemed to have chosen the right strategy as around 15 minutes after everyone left, it started raining so they all ran back to the boat.

A bit later, a car pulled up to pick up J.B. and Greg who ended up being gone for a good couple of hours. Once back, the said there were no broken bones but rather mostly bruised muscle tissue. Regardless, J.B. decided he would fly back to Miami the next morning. With that, we stayed the night at Andros under the light rain.