The reason it is J Friends is because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or have this blog found by the boat couple. But the J is for Jolly. That is the name of their boat. J Friends. Jolly F.
They are, of course, anything but.
But, you ask, Sharlene, what about St. Lucia? What about the sea and the sky and the waves and the water and the views and the people and the snorkeling?
I can't notice anything. A boat is a very small world. Very small is one part of the equation. World is the other part. You cannot get away from the world.
I am squished between this toxic couple. Vern is a wrinkled, deaf man. Linda, I will call her, must shout everything to him, as if he is her doddering old great-grandfather. They hurl insults. They dredge up every mistake and wrong ever done to each other over the last six years. It never stops. They call each other idiots. They both yell. Vern doesn't exactly yell. He has the Old Man Monotone. He hasn't the lungs to yell. But it is yellish.
Somewhere, vaguely in the background, is sea and sky and the beaches of St. Lucia.
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