Sailing Poets' Story of Cruz St. John USV!

For a number of days we sailed throught the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Runner, a forty-foot ocean cruising yatch. I was part of the crew that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my means to Barbados.

We walked the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It teemed with aging hippies spending time in the vibrant Caribbean bars where food and liquor was offered in a pleasant, most likely state of mind.

We ended up  at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody received us with a deep smile and lively attitude. He seemed like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he tossed his bottles in the air grabbing many on the fly, pouring cocktails and mixes with unbelievable velocity and elegance. A parrot rested on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She borrowed it from a tattoo hippy with a cricket face, smoking like a chimney.

"She was Tanned and also wrinkled, we never ever understood her name, yet white and tanned and wrinkled, was searching for a game. We saw her at bench at Woodys as well as supplied her a drink. She mild, well-tanned, as well as fun. She reached be quite pretty as Woody poured his dual rum.