We took off at first light from AYB and made way south down the ICW. We hadn't gotten far when my phone rang, it was the Dock Master from AYB calling about our bill. Seems he thought we had done a dine and dash on him and he was pretty upset. I reminded him of our conversation the day before that I was going to leave early, so he had better get me an invoice, but he remained a bit agitated. So after exchanging a few colorful expletives, I think I got my point across. Show me an bill, if we agree, I will pay it.
We didn't agree so the story will continue later.
We passed by Coinjock Marina and Restaurant because we needed to make as much distance as possible.
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