One day we hiked up to the ridge of Stocking Island, the island which forms the northeast boundary of the harbor here, and at the high point it was probably blowing upward of 30 knots, sandblasting our legs with beach sand carried up from the windward beach fifty feet below. The dark and turbulent Exuma Sound was dotted with whitecaps and did not look like a fun place to be in a small boat. Being anchored in the harbor isn't so great either. Stocking Island gives decent protection, but things are still a bit rolly, especially after the wind shifted toward the southeast. A few boats are anchored on the west side of the harbor, near town, but that's a rough place to be in these winds.
Nobody gets into their dinghy without full foul-weather gear and a bailing bucket.
If we keep our weight back and run our dink at just under planing speed, the bow lifts enough that we ride up and fall off most waves, but we still get damp from the spray, and every once in a while the whole thing threatens to tip over backwards. Our friends with smaller dinghies and smaller motors generally get soaked. On a day when we wanted to do laundry and buy a few groceries, we moved the big boat over for the day, to give us a shorter dinghy ride, then moved back to the other side to anchor for the night. I misjudged these waves once and we got completely drenched. Our time in George Town wasn't a total waste.