Now that we are settled and a bit more rested, I am sending you the frequencies for the Caribbean Air Rescue:

10075 - Primary

8918 or 8933 Day

6640 - Night

They were really helpful as described in my log of the event of which I'm including for you:

Around 4pm, while just east of the Mosquito Banks and 80 miles north of Providencia, we noticed that we were being stalked by a fishing boat. It was about 40 ft long with a wooden hull, open aft deck, and enclosed house. Nobody was outside and there were no lines in the water. We first spotted him on radar hovering about 2 miles out from us on our starboard side. He was paralleling us, when we went faster he sped up, when we turned he turned, when we slowed down he slowed down. We couldn't get him to change position relative to us. We tried to hail him on the VHF but we got no response. After a while of playing these games, he began to close in on us. Mel turned the boat due east, revved up the engine, and tried to get away from him. He continued to follow us. I meanwhile, got on the SSB and tried to reach the Coast Guard on all the channels that we had listed. No response. Somewhere we had gotten a list of stations for Western Caribbean Rescue on the SSB. I hailed them and finally got an answer. After they asked me my position they asked my altitude... in the background I could here Air Canada calling... It turned out that they are an air rescue station out of Long Island, NY. They were really nice and patched us through to the Miami Coast Guard. They too questioned us at length but could not offer any suggestions other than to monitor what was happening. Mel by this time had all our cans of Bear spray in the cockpit sitting beside the shotgun with extra rounds nearby. The Coast Guard asked the Rescue Patrol to stay on line with us and report back to them what was happening. They were terrific and even assigned us to a channel that had no other traffic and a person to talk to us. They couldn't offer help and neither they nor the coast guard had any way of helping us if we were boarded. After about an hour of trying to evade the boat, Mel decided to turn the boat directly at them and began to charge toward it. At this point, the boat began to turn off and increase the distance between us. When Mel saw that they seemed to be backing off, he turned and tried to resume our course. The boat, seemed to stop and watch us, once again, slowly paralleling us. This lasted a while longer and then they stopped moving and just hung off as we continued forward. Finally, the distance between us increased enough so that they disappeared in the horizon.

We reported that we felt safe for the moment to the guy from the rescue service and asked him what could be done to help us if we were boarded. He didn't think much... maybe the Coast Guard would send out the nearest cutter... San Juan? Miami? who knows.... Although we were pretty shook up, we both worked well together. Mel did some wonderful boat handling and stayed calm and decisive throughout the incident. By the time this was complete, it was getting dark. We ran for most of the night without running lights so as not to attract any attention. Fortunately, other than a few passing ships and thunderstorms, all was quiet.

Cherokee II had a similar experience the night before but they were being chased by a large steel boat. They too maneuvered around trying to avoid the the boat. The steel boat began to charge them. Pete turned Cherokee at the last minute and went around the other boat. The larger boat couldn't move as quickly and finally gave up and left. Apparently Toni and Rita had warned them about drug runners coming up along the Nicaragua coast. Perhaps that was what this was about.