Anchor terror!

We have been working our way southward.   We spent a night anchored Lynyard Cay  .  It had awesome beach on the Sea of Abaco side but we could easily walk across to the Atlantic side too.  The winds were 20+ so the waves were pretty spectacular.  We were very happy to be on THIS side of the cay.

That evening we moved into Little Harbor.  Things had gotten quite rolly and rough at this anchorage as the winds increased further and clocked around to the south.   We had to wait until high tide to have enough water to make it in   the harbor entrance shows only 3' at mean low water and we draw about 4 -1/2'. 

We got safely in there without touching the bottom! Phew.   The harbor is very aptly named  "Little" harbor.   Pretty crowded but found a spot to drop the hook (anchor).  The bay had mooring balls that you can use instead of your own anchor...theyre super strong and safe, but they also cost $$$.   

About 3 am I woke up when it started raining in.   It had started to blow and storm and lightning.  I looked out the companion way (door) and saw us careening off another sailboat.  Crap, dang, and SHIT, we are in big big trouble.  Our anchor has dragged or the anchor line broke or something.    In any case, we are adrift in a storm in a crowded anchorage in the middle of the night.   I was sure we'd end up grounding or having the boat thrashed on the rocky cliffs on the West side.   "SHAWNAE WAKE UP NOW!  ALL HANDS ON DECK NOW".   She hustled up into the maelstrom with me.  I got the motor started and the spotlight on.  She got the Gps/depth finder turned on.  It was raining so hard we couldmt see anything.  About then I see another sailboat approaching in the downpour.  "Look-grab their rail so we don't smash them".   Right after that we spotted a mooring ball.  I handed her the boathook and on the second try she grabbed it and tied us secure.  I still had no visual point of reference and could not tell where we were.   But I DID know that we were not aground and were safely secured now.   We crawled down below and closed up the hatches and rode out the rest of the squall down there.   Wow, 5 minutes of intense "stuff" and it was all over.   We both were shaking afterwards with adrenaline.   

In the morning I discovered that we ended up anout 100 feet from we were originally anchored. ..
But I don't know what path we took around and through the harbor to get there.    Fortunately, no real damage to our hoat nor anybody else.  We do, however, only have a cool dark green sctatch/scrape on the hull as a souvenir of our excitement.