Memories of Cruz St. John USV!

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

We walked the capital of St. John one lazy night.. It had its share of aging hippies spending time in the vivid Caribbean bars where food and liquor flowed easily with gossip and instant fiendship.

We stopped  at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody received us with a bright laugh and bubbly attitude. He was a lot like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he tossed his bottles in the air catching many on the fly, pouring cocktails and mixes with amazing speed and elegance. A parrot rested on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She acquired it from a tattoo hippy with a cricket face, smoking like a chimney.

"She was Tanned as well as wrinkled, we never understood her name, yet white and also tanned and wrinkled, was trying to find a video game. We saw her at the bar at Woodys and also supplied her a drink. She minor, well-tanned, as well as enjoyable. She got to be fairly pretty as Woody put his dual rum.

"We left her there that evening, a sad and lonely girl looking so much older than her troubled thirty hears. She wore the marks of trouble on her face and also in her mind, however she was entitled to 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.

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