The sun was at the brink of waking up, as I along with friends boarded the sailing boat speedwell to this enchanted Cay, which is near to Propeller Cay in the southern Bahamas.

The sea is calm and the water has a tropical blue hue, which allows me to watched the grunts and fishes swimming from reef to reef only to disappear in their coral fortress.

As we left the settlement, we approach a huge rock formation, with a fish eagle and her nestling perched on top, which towered over our sailing craft. To the west of this rock formation is a small Cay, about one hundred feet away that formed the main rookery of these majestic birds.

After leaving the Island behind, we traveled towards Snake Cay and sailed near the shoreline of another adjacent Cay, which caused a flock of white crown pigeon to panic upon seeing approaching sailboat.

As we left these cays in the distance, I began to really appreciate the smooth and rocking motion of the boat, as a part the sail began to flap in the wind, this oversupply of wind causes the boat launch forward. The force of the wind propelled the boat to cuts through the water not in a forceful motion like a motor boat, but as smooth parting of the waves which is different by any sea craft.

The weather is perfect, the sun has finally awaken, and is shinning brightly. The breeze is warm, clean and refreshing. The slow, smooth gliding motion of the boat is so relaxing that I soon fell asleep.

I believe I slept for about one hour, but when I awoke, I smelt a strange fragrant musky perfume that I had not experience before. This did not come from the boat, and none of my friends knew what it was, or its site. I asked the boat captain the origin of this fragrance, he looked at me and smiled, saying "in due time," I will discover the secret on my own.

As we came nearer to our destination, this fragrant grew stronger and when I looked in the distance, I could see the approaching shoreline of an island, and I knew that the scent had finally given up, what it had tried to hide from us. Many seagull flew near our craft, and would not leave. I soon realized that they were looking for scraps of food.

As we sailed toward this enchanted island it appeared void of human or any life form, but as we dropped anchor and walked ashore, I saw a man with a large bundle tree limbs and branches on his head.