After 15 minutes of bringing in what seemed like a great white shark, I caught a 15-pound mahimahi. Amon fetched a 50-pound wahoo. Jelly Belly meticulously prepared them both for lunch. I finally started believing I could live like this.
“Let’s jump off,” Amon declared, snapping me from my daydream of living the life aquatic. I was lying on the netted area of the bow with eyes fixed on the perfect cyan-colored water. We reached Norman Island (the model for the epic Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson) and were planning to check out the snorkeling nearby at The Caves. Shouldn’t we wait for Jelly Belly to dock? Nah—there’s one thing I learned during my time sailing the BVI: You don’t contemplate, you just go. So we leapt off the catamaran into the lukewarm sea without a care in the world. We swam long and lost track of time; but we did manage to make friends with the gorgeous tropical fish. Life is truly better with a boat.