Sailing Poets' Memory of Cruz St. John USV!

We cruised throught the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Runner, a forty-foot ocean sailing sailboat. I became part of the gag that cruised it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It was on my way to Barbados.

We strolled the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It had its share of older hippies hanging around in the vibrant Caribbean bars where food and alcohol flowed easily with gossip .

We stopped  at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody received us with a bright laugh and jolly attitude. He was a lot like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he spun his bottles in the air catching them on the fly, pouring drinks and blends with impressive velocity and style. A parrot sat on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She obtained it from a tattoo hippy with a crinkled face, smoking like a chimney.

"She was Tanned and also wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white as well as tanned and wrinkled, was looking for a game. We saw her at bench at Woodys and also provided her a drink. She minor, well-tanned, and enjoyable. She reached be rather pretty as Woody put his dual rum.

"We left her there that evening, an unfortunate and lonely girl looking a lot older than her problmnned thirty listens to. She put on the scars of difficulty on her face as well as in her mind, however she was entitled to much better, for she was real as well as kind."
It was late when we left Woodys; not many people there. Cruz itself was closing just late-night hangers-on as we walked the weary streets in the capital of Saint John. I put $50 in her hand as she sat alone at the bar. She was down on cash and luck that night, a sample of her life. But for the moment, she was happy that she had met someone who cared.

Rogues Memeory Cruz