On December 7, 1941, the Japanese Air Force delivered an attack on the US Naval fleet in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Thus began World War 2 for the US. A month later, on January 22, 1942, congress authorized "Operation Bobcat," which transformed the French Polynesia island of Bora Bora into a strategic outpost for the US war efforts in the Pacific. The once sleepy island of 1,200 residents suddenly found themselves in the company of 3,500 US servicemen.

Huahine lies 78 nautical miles northwest of Mo'orea. It was a fast overnight sail for our crew of four. So fast, we outran our passage plan and arrived off the island in the wee hours of the morning. We spent a few hours motoring slowly back and forth outside the pass into the lagoon, waiting for daybreak.

If Papeete is Honolulu and Tahiti is Oahu, then Mo'orea is Kauai. It's the low-key, easy-going next-door neighbor to Tahiti. We stayed for a month.

One day in 1966, phosphate mining operations ceased on the island of Makatea in the Tuamotu archipelago of French Polynesia. Within a few weeks, the island's population dwindled from over 3,000 to less than 100. In the preceding 60 years, miners hand-dug over 11.5 million tons of phosphate sand from between the coral pillars atop the island. And left it that way.

A colleague at a startup where I once worked remarked that it would be better to start a religion than a company. His theory was that we'd have more loyal customers, better product-market fit, better tax benefits, and a faster path to profitability. Actress Mui Lee might have agreed when she founded the New Testament Church in Hong Kong in 1963. The church has many locations today, including this one: a small island in the Tikehau Atoll, Tuamotus, French Polynesia, where we are now. The locals call it Motu Ohihi. The island residents call it L'Île d'Eden or Eden Island, as in "Garden of Eden."

Fakarava is home to 837 people and the "Wall of Sharks." The sharks vastly outnumber the residents-- mostly black tip reef sharks and nurse sharks. People call the latter "sea puppies" because they are docile and will let you pet them (I am not making this up).

I learned to sail when I was 12 years old. My dad taught me. We checked out a Flying Junior from the University of West Florida recreation department, where he was a professor, and went sailing on Escambia Bay. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but I loved it.

It was just the two of us on our first multi-day passage aboard Roam together. Strong, reinforced trade winds carried us on a 546 nautical mile beam reach over 71 hours from Nuku Hiva in the Marquesas to Tahanea atoll in the Tuamotu archipelago. Thus ends our time in the Marquesas and thus begins our time in the Tuamotus.

This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Sailors often fantasize about sailing the South Seas and visiting a tropical paradise. What they see in their mind's eye are the Marquesas islands. Since our landfall, we've spent the past few weeks exploring the Marquesan islands of Nuku Hiva and Tahuata. It is a magical place.

Our passage across the Pacific concluded last Friday, April 12th at dawn when we dropped anchor at 1630Z in Taiohae Bay, Nuku Hiva, French Polynesia. We sailed over 3,000 nautical miles in 16 days, 23 hours, and 40 minutes.