My Captain- He Dah Man!

A typical day with no lines.

The Captain skillfully led his First & Last Mate along Road Town's winding waterfront street toward the Customs and Immigration Office which is housed at the Ferry Dock.  He side-stepped right into the street or left into parking lots to pass hoards of tourists who sauntered along the walk to escape the cruise ship for the day.  The Captain & Mate finally rounded the last bar adjacent to the office  and what they beheld was a staggering sight.  A surprisingly huge crowd of vacationers were there preparing to leave Tortola by ferry in order to catch a flight in St. Thomas.  One line ran the length of the building; the other had people terraced down the main entryway steps and nearly onto the driveway.  Everyone looked hot and tired. 

The Captain calmly and matter-of-factly said, "I'm going in the back door."

10:04 am- The First & Last mate noted the time.  She knew that her presence was not required in the office and that the captain had her passport.  Her decision to stay out of the process was two-fold: first, she thought it prudent to distance herself from any possible embarrassing scene that might occur; second, someone needed to be free to arrange for an attorney, bail, or a donation to a BVI program of the officer's choice.  The Mate sat down to make herself comfortable and passed the time by people watching as still more arrived at the terminal.

10:12 am- The Captain exited the front entrance unscathed and with the proper departure papers in hand.    He dah MAN!