Tristan Jones 1929 - 1995
A small craft in the ocean is, or should be, a benevolent dictatorship. The skipper's brain is the vessel's brain and he must give up his soul to her, regardless of his own feelings or inclinations.
Get used to the qualifier "maybe" as I tell you these tales.
So, there I was at some bar on an uninhabited island near St. Martin. I believe its name was Tintamarre. Although no one lived on the island, a French woman with a disdain for Americans [I told her I was Canadian so that she would serve me] would boat over in the mornings with the tide, set u…