He left about 10:00 P.M, by the light of the Silvery Moon......... the wind was blowing a steady 10-12 m.p.h. out of the East....... he was steering the little yellow 16' mono hulled sloop rig on a heading of about 220 degrees magnetic.......... if he could maintain this clip.... he would slip by the Iron buoy at the Entrance to the Marina.... between the dangerous cut that had been dynamited through the reef by afternoon tomorrow .......... after he cleared customs... on the forbidden Island he could then tie up to the sea wall and plug his fan in and after taking a tepid shower up at the bath house he could slip over to the Ships chandlery... and snag a bottle of the finest 7 year old......... He took his dismantled bicycle out from the little cabin below...and threw it piece by piece up onto the grass just past the concrete sidewalk along side his slip... he would fool with that later... but for now he was going to nap.... and sip.... perhaps he would meander out past the Marina entrance and make way over towards Sante Fe' later That was where he met the Hot number in the Neon Green little Hot pants last time.... sadly he had only bought along one condom.. how short sighted of him, as he busied himself with her he kept one eye on on his pants crumpled on the floor in the corner of the room.
Yes the silvery moons reflection on the surface of the Ocean... he could even see the bait fish jumping under the Stars and moon....
It's a risky weather window planning that crossing... God forbid the winds should increase and switch around and come out of the North... Pure Hell Week then......... He remembers those good natured Boy's in the Sailing vessel Boom Boom... they were Gay.... and they had left out in less then good weather they were gone about 6 hours and came limping back into the Marina.... all beat and sick and green, Oh Poor poor Boom Boom! I suppose it was not really funny... but how could one help but laugh.... why Poor Poor Boom Boom... was it too rough for you? In a teasing tone of voice.
Some how it reminded him of that fucking ungrateful Chinese Bitch that had taken a free ride with a fellow in a sailboat even carrying her bike for her as she toured the island writing about it in her since published book... oh ya her shit did not stink......... from the sounds of it.
It was no doubt unpleasant............ but still to complain about it.... life is a BITCH, and So?..............
Eh!....... he put together his mismatched Huffy beach cruiser bicycle .... and road out the front gate of the marina and down the road to a street food vendor.... an empenada please.... it came to like .12 cents American... coinciding nicely with the dockage fees of .50 cents per foot... and that came with Marina showers... even though the toilets had no seats.... He thought back to the money grubbing marinas in Key West... Hell he had to stay out on the hook there and they were trying to make even that illegal........... The Balls of it.........
Splendid place this Cuba he muttered under his breath and lit a fat cigar...... he figured soon enough they will have it all fucked up the ass too........ he would lay money on it....... oh well for the night it was the glistening of the moon reflecting off the beautiful water.. and that smell that distinctive smell... he had only ever smelled it in one place he had ever been before... that sort of an earthy smell mixed with and acrid tinge .... from the oil refineries the left overs ... that belched from the smoke stacks in the distance.... it was a feeling that made him glow... and feel satisfied.......It was Cuba that brought a tear to his eye.
By the light of the Silvery Moon.
