Prologue, second part

“Basically, it’s soy sauce, pineapple juice, vegetable oil, black pepper, MSG, dry mustard, and brown sugar. Tomorrow, if you will remind me, I’ll give you the recipe.”

“Thank you Marie, I’d love to have it.”

After dinner, as we sipped Tia Maria from the cute little crystal liquor glasses Marie had brought from home, he said, “George, this is really incredible. It’s one of the best vacations Martha and I have ever had. But tell me, do we really have to leave here tomorrow morning and go somewhere else?”

“No, not at all doctor. You and Martha have chartered Water Lily for a week, and it’s essentially yours. We can do whatever you want.”

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“In that case, let’s stay right here. I’d love to snorkel, explore the island, enjoy this marvelous beach, and perhaps do the same thing again tomorrow night. Marie, do you have something suitable for another cookout?”

Without hesitating, she said, “I have more baking potatoes, salad fixings, and some well-marbled Delmonico steaks. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds fabulous, Marie. Let’s do it. Okay, George?”

“Fine by me, I said, smiling; you’re the doctor.”

These people were thrilled, which, of course, made us extremely happy. When you strive to be the best at what you do, in our case make their vacation something really super, their joy comes back to you like a boomerang. Then you realize you’re actually getting paid for all this happiness.

The night was still young when we got back to the boat. After showering and changing into fresh clothes, we met on the after deck for some dancing. I turned on the boat’s stereo and selected some appropriate cassettes. It was a beautiful night in an absolutely gorgeous setting. The calm, millpond-like waters of our anchorage reflected the lovely moon and a million brilliant stars. It was all the light we needed. Or wanted.

Two enchanted couples, changing partners occasionally, danced away the magical evening, charmed with songs like “Island in the Sun” by Harry Belafonte.

Oh, my, doctor, you were so right; it was incredible for us too.

Well, folks, I hope you enjoyed reading this Prologue.

George and his wife, Marie, sailed professionally, chartering boats in the Bahamas, then in the Virgin Islands. They then leased an uninhabited island, Little Thatch, in the British Virgin Islands, and turned it into a small hotel. After six years, they left the island and bought a lovely beachfront property on Jost Van Dyke (BVI) where they built Sandcastle Hotel and the original Soggy Dollar Bar. George is now the author of Incredible Virgin Island Adventure: A True Story.

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