So we are collected by our ride at 5:28am. I am thoroughly irritated because we are late. And I don't know anyone in this car, except for my drunk ass friend who is in lala land. We proceed to Port. And guess what, there is not boat there, as it is 5:42. I'm fuming for about 30 sec quietly. But then, I'm like oh well, take me back to school and will study all day and get my passport back, etc.
We're sitting at Port (still) and the other girls are whining about being left. Well if we had freaking been on time, maybe we would all be on that boat, but I'm not saying this. Smita traipses out and wanders over to a group of locals who are of course staring at this flock of attractive young women that have arrived at Port at dark thirty in the morning. The clock is ticking. Someone calls the head of the trip to complain. None of these activities are productive, but I'm waiting patiently to be deposited back at school to obtain a full day of sleep and study. Potentially, we could intercept the boat prior to its departure from Nevis, the sister island of St. Kitts although this is highly unlikely.
Smita arrives looking like a hot damn mess and says she's acquired a boat to Nevis. Excuse me? The only people surrounding us are drunks and wild-eyed taxi drivers. Hmmm. Some man whom I have no identified has offered to take us to Nevis for 25EC (~$10US) Since I am apparently the only one of this group who has at least half of a functional brain at this moment I consider this option. The girl next to me says "Um, should we really get into a boat with this strange man?" Another says "Is he drunk?" I reply with "There are five of us and one of him. We can take him out." Then I commit to the possibility of actually going on this trip and exit the car to investigate. My eyes are scanning the dock for this acclaimed man amongst the drunk and overly friendly as my little flock follows. We find this guy, who's elderly, in a wetsuit, and missing most of his teeth but smiling widely. I'm immediately at ease: we're golden. I go to shake his hand and practically shove these girls into his little speedboat since it's now 5:50 and if we're going to do this, it's time to move.
James Bond style, we proceed to Nevis. Three girls huddled in the bottom of the boat. Me in the front, and sobering Smita wavering in between. Excellent.
The sun rises just as we are crossing the channel to Nevis and I am fully awakened by the wind whipping at us. Len, our fisherman is wildly speeding to our destination and is friendly as ever. Apparently its his day off from lobster fishing, although I don't understand why he is awake this early in that case. His daughter is a doctor in NY, where he's visited, although he made a funny face when I asked him what he thought of it. I don't blame him if we spends his days diving (there are tank racks on the boat) and searching for sea creatures. Nevertheless, he safely delivers us to Nevis where a huge mass of people has accumulated along with the boat.
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