This is where I come when I don’t know where else to go. The marina is in town. When you’ve had enough peace and quiet just walk out the main gate and your immersed in the busyness of downtown.

I set up my tablet and log on to the net.

Looked at the time and saw it was later than I thought. Dang, happy hour should have kicked in gear 15 minutes ago.

Just as I was about to order a drink my diver returns to tell me he found a boat captain to take me to Navy Island and asked if I wanted him to call him. I was all for that because I’ve been trying to get over there since first coming to Port Antonio. Going to be a good afternoon afterall.

He called and made contact. Boat captain is on his way to the marina.

“How much??”
“He didn’t say.”
“I was hoping you would find out. Sometimes when you go along it cost a lot.”
“No, he’s a friend of mine. He won’t overcharge you.”
“I just like to know how much it’s going to cost. I didn’t bring much money with me.”
“No worries. Elvis will give you a fair rate.”

“Elvis???”