When the big departure day arrives, I’m a little sad to leave – I love where we live. But it’s our belated honeymoon(!), so we’re at JFK for an on-time morning departure, with sausage biscuits. I spent the flight reading Pride and Prejudice (juicy beach read!) and chomping on my “godfather” deli sandwich and a Bloody Mary. The Skipper read Masters of Atlantis by Charles Portis with his roast beef-on-a-roll and a Bloody, too. I felt sorry for the guy one seat over with the purchased meal reading about “maximizing his IPO.”
We arrived in Charlotte Amalie between afternoon ferries, hung out with the parking lot chicken, and watched the water. The roll-y ride on the Fast Ferry’s ‘Provincetown III’ indicated what was in store for us, but you can’t be too disturbed when St. John is sliding by all nubbly emerald in the blue Caribbean. We arrive at 5:30, clear customs, and taxi (Mike rocks!) to the marina by 6:30. The people at BVI Yacht Charter are a great mix of welcoming and helpful and quickly got us on the boat – Sapphire, a 31′ Beneteau SAC. Did some late evening provisioning at Bobby’s and then spent a very bumpy night with creaky fenders and jerky spring lines. The Skipper is a pretty good sleeper. Ginger contemplated the wisdom of sleep-aboards for a good portion of the wee hours. Next time: check the weather and maybe have a backup plan at a hotel. But whatever – we were on the boat!