The Gentleman Bounty Hunter is Active

Babs stopped by this morning and we greeted her like a long lost companion; at one point, her whooping and pacing around caused a flappitystack of golf magazines to go into the water, right off the deck chair on the Admiral Hassenpfeffer. I suppose we should have filched all of them out of the water, but the current snatched them away and churned them out. At least the Captain Morgan stopped rolling long enough for us to pick it up. Her exuberance would light a city full of dark streets.

Babs is sending us on to St. Kitts. In the early morning of Thursday, the 25th, we will raise up the anchor and sail as quickly as possible from St. Thomas to St. Kitts. Once there, I will go ashore and look for a young lady who left her mother in the lurch over some credit card bills. It totaled around $400,000 I guess. Really, that's trust fund money. Shift some funds, my dear. This is a family that doesn't use trust funds, I am told. Ah, that old saw. Give them a generation and they certainly will.

The young lady has shacked up on St. Kitts and some family friend is, apparently, supporting her. Illicit sexual favors are being exchanged, according to the gossip that passed into the hands of the capable Babs. Old men, young ladies, sex, and boredom. It's the Caribbean. It's like having fish for dinner; it's what you do down here.

Miranda has crewed the Admiral Hassenpfeffer. Twenty new crewmembers have moved aboard and will report to her for assignments. They look weird. I think some of them are either American or Dutch; they have a lot of piercings and whatnot. No way are they Canadian. I gloated about the U.S. beating Canada at dinner and they thought I meant in snowboarding.

Are you watching these Olympics? They're tepid, but that's only because the Russians are awful so far. At least, that's my take.

I have on my Gentleman Bounty Hunter clothes, and my duck pants are looser than they were last spring. My blue dress shirts smelled of mold when we pulled them out of my quarters. Washing them twice with Dreft make them tumble-dry soft. My nunchucks are feeling good. I did forty minutes on the deck, moving from iteration to iteration, and I feel frost. Peej says I can pass for a badass. This has always been the case with me, sir.