Such delightful cuisine provided ample soakage for the evening time's voyage on The Jolly Roger - a time-honoured Grand Cayman post-Friday work traditional two-hour cruise along the west coast of the island, with a finely stocked all-you-can-drink bar aboard, a party-loving vessel-full of passengers and a DJ spinning an awesome soundtrack to the sundown on the horizon.
The ship set sail at 6.15pm after some quayside faffing by the proprietors who made a meal of the simplest task of collecting CI$30 per partying ship-mate, and a much-needed breeze quickly developed to dispel thoughts of the on-shore humidity. After an initial distribution of rum punch for all, the bar quickly allowed us to commence stripping it of beer and spirits but refused to run dry despite intensive pressure. Thankfully the wait-time for drinks was practically non-existence, allowing everyone's general temperament to become ever-merrier as the minutes ticked blissfully by. My toxin of choice for the voyage was Absolut Vodka and OJ, a screwdriver if you will, and the bar wenches (for that is what they called themselves) seemed to increase the clear-liquid measure each of the many times that I approached in need of replenishment.
Mingling came naturally, and there were many photo-calls, conversations with lovely ladies from the Phillipines, Surrey and New York and I even acceded to a request to swap belts for the voyage's duration. 8.30pm came all too soon and with it, reacquaintance with dry land. Thirst-quenching was still foremost on the agenda of our motley crew, so after unsuccessful visits to Breezes and Margaritaville, which closed hideously early, we were readily granted refugee status at Hammerhead's sea-side bar, where chicken pot stickers, grouper fish burger and chips, and Cayman Rum Cake were very much enjoyed, perhaps with a Caybrew or two. A game of Waterfall was initiated by Mel in which the person at one end of the bar (for we were seated in a line at said bar, numbering 12 or so) would start to drink and then each would follow suit but couldn't stop until the previous person did. The game died a quick death after Round 2, where I started and didn't stop, evoking disgusted snarls of "goddamn Irish alcoholic" from all concerned. It's nice to enforce racial stereotypes!
All-in-all a fantastical evening and if you're ever in Grand Cayman, the Jolly Roger must be frequented, and often.
Contentment : 17.5 / 25
Excitement : 4 / 10
Memorability : 6 / 15
Overall Score : 55% (14th out of 217)
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