We’d got the hang of the boating life by the time we joined the Western Union sunset sail at 6:30pm. Godiva had even swapped her sarong for cropped pants. On the dock and up and down Duval Street, everything was awash with spilt beer (and worse) from St Patrick’s Day revelry, and so we decided that we would be better on board ship. The handsome crew gallantly helped us across the gangplank and we and a couple of dozen others were soon headed west across the waves.
If you are ever in Key West, be sure to take this trip. Everything about it is a delight. The young men and women of the crew are fit and super-cute, They provide iced water and encourage you to bring your own drinks (we had a bottle of champagne—Princess Margaret lives). They also serve complimentary conch chowder.
Cannons were fired at the rival Jolly Rover, a folk singer sang sea shanties and Godiva had a go at hoisting the mainsail. If all of this sounds shudder-inducing, I promise you it wasn’t. It qualified as good clean fun and, plastic champagne flute in hand, it gave us a sense of healthy, outdoorsy superiority over the drunken revelers on dry land.
As the sun began to set, the singer shut up shop and the only sounds were the bellow and smack of the sails and the slap of the sea against the ship’s hull.
We were out for two hours, which gave us a total of 6 hours on the water. We came home and cooked the morning’s catch and slept the sleep of sailors.