After 15 minutes of bringing in what seemed like a great white shark, I caught a 15-pound mahimahi. Amon fetched a 50-pound wahoo. Jelly Belly meticulously prepared them both for lunch. I finally started believing I could live like this.
â€œLetâ€™s jump off,â€ Amon declared, snapping me from my daydream of living the life aquatic. I was lying on the netted area of the bow with eyes fixed on the perfect cyan-colored water. We reached Norman Island (the model for the epic Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson) and were planning to check out the snorkeling nearby at The Caves. Shouldnâ€™t we wait for Jelly Belly to dock? Nahâ€”thereâ€™s one thing I learned during my time sailing the BVI: You donâ€™t contemplate, you just go. So we leapt off the catamaran into the lukewarm sea without a care in the world. We swam long and lost track of time; but we did manage to make friends with the gorgeous tropical fish. Life is truly better with a boat.