UPDATE:
04.23.07, 8:29pm, White Marlin Marina / Ocean City, MD:
We've just tied up for the night. Today was another beautiful day. We finally got out of the rootbeer colored water and made it to the green waters of the cold North Atlantic. We chopped up another 120 nautical miles leaving Portsmouth, VA last night. We're on a tight schedule with more shooting taking place tonight. However, we took advantage of some sea time to grab some highlights. We hope you're all doing well. Stay tuned for more updates. Our route has leaving tomorrow at first light and headed for our next fuel stop in Jersey City -- just across from Manhatten. That will be it before our last leg into Montauk.

Over & Out for now from the crew of the Cricket II:
Sean, Brooks, Rick & John

UPDATE 4:00am ... the next morning:
So it was said to us time and time and time again by everyone from Rich Freda to the cab driver to passersby. 'I see you lookin' at the bar across the street from where your boat's tied up. I recommend you DO NOT go in there. That's the dreaded Harbor Inn; known in certain circles and for good reason as The Bloody Bucket. Captain Rich said he saw a guy get thrown through the front window, western style, a few years earlier. The cab driver advised to only enter if we had a gun, a knife and a really mean doberman pincer. Rumor had it the Harbor Inn, est. in 1935 had the dubious distinction of being the most dangerous bar in Ocean City. Hell -- the eastern seaboard for the matter!

Well, you know kids. If you tell 'em enough times not to do something ... what usually happens? After taking care of some business, the hypnotic glow of the neon sign was, once again, something like a magnet. Around 1:30, we decided not to miss last call. How bad could it be? There was only one way to find out. As we crossed the street and entered the place, it felt like a scene out of a Clint Eastwood movie ... the whole place got quiet, then we were stared down and sized up ... and a few tense moments later, the lovely barmaid asked, 'What can I get ys?'

Scary stuff, huh?

Turns out we had ourselves the usual harmless good time we've become accomstomed when traveling to strange, new places. They took us in and showed us a great time until last call. We even got to watch a few of them piling diving into the frigid harbor next to the Cricket before we watched a satellite launch just before 4am. All we can say is thanks for the hangover, the laughs and the t-shirts. You all kick ass and there's no doubt in our mind where we'll be wetting our whistle the next time we're in Ocean City.

Bottoms Up and Over & Out for now from the crew of the Cricket II:
Sean, Brooks, Rick & John