Ship Shape.

In-spired.

Castries, Saint Lucia — The rope chafes against my leg, leaving waffle-like welts against a sunburn.

It's the price you pay for having always wanted to sit on the net at the front of a catamaran.

The craft slices through the water, spitting up crystals, as a sailboat glides past with the grace of a ballerina.

A solitary sea turtle carves arcs of water beneath its shell.

In the background, the Pitons — a pair of mountainous volcanic plugs — rise up in emerald greens.

In the foreground, too much rum punch.