Ida, where art thou?

Hurricane Ida had us holed up in a corner of Vermillion Bay with our anchor set ready to rock and roll, we were in only 7 ft of water and a mile from Weeks Island facing the wind so how far could we sink?  Woke up the next morning and da bitch was gone, run off to the Florida panhandle, which is where we were supposed to be except for this little problem with the engine belching clouds of white smoke.  So we chugged up the Bayou Petite Ance some 10 miles to Delcambre La. to have it worked on.  They think it's a fuel injector that's bad and no big deal.  It's projected to be nasty the next few days from the storm, but the sun is shining and the skies are clear.  John came over for dinner last night, he lives only 4 miles away, and we'll go shopping today for fresh veggies.
Spoke too soon, engine needs serious work. Broke a spring, dropped a valve, chewed up a piston, needs new heads, etc. 3 or 4 days. Oh well. Good guys working on it, nice little town, it's a boat, there's always something.