What a poem! Suzanne and our deckhand Stevie decided to run the Pusser's Triangle, which required that they drink a Painkiller (about six parts rum, one part fruit) in three of the four Pusser's beachfront bars in the British Virgin Islands. For the third leg, they took the dinghy across Gorda Sound, though the EfH had warned them it would be a choppy ride back into the stiff trade wind. Hours later they returned on the water taxi, fairly stiff, nearly drowned, dinghy in tow! Here's to the sunny slopes of Gorda Peak. Suzanne and Stevie had a huge amount of fun winning their Pusser's Triangles (a pink pendant much like a yacht club burgee), and Suzanne turned all that fun into this sonnet.
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