EVEN NOW; WITH A THOUSAND LITTLE VOYAGES UNDER MY BELT.
I STILL FEEL A MEMORIAL CHILL ON CASTING OFF.
-E.B. White

Thursday, February 8, 2007


Left St. Lucia on the 7th and spent one day at Marin, Martinique, cleared customs and celebrated Deb's birthday at a fun little French street-side cafe called Ti Toques. The menu was in French so it was anyones guess what we were getting. Martinique is the largest of the Windward Islands and, apart from a few short spells under the British, has been French since it was colonized. Heading north to St. Pierre we passed by Diamond Rock which actually was commissioned as a ship under British rule. It was quite a feat to climb this steep, barren, snake-infested pinnacle and to equip it with cannons and enough supplies and water for a full crew of men. But they succeeded and for 18 months H.M.S. Diamond Rock was a highly unpleasant surprise for unsuspecting ships sailing into Martinique.


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