Trying the Crew Thing , so far not what I thought it would be


Sitting on a boat in paradise .
Still sitting on a boat in paradise . .
Arrived in St. Thomas on April 8th .
Slowly whisked to the Marina by taxi where as I meet the Capt of Watercolors whom in theory I would be learning to sail apply my new ASA learnings and be a crew member working the boat w him around the St . Johns area maybe beyond during a 4 week period.
After a rum drink , primarily w names like Drunken Sailor , R&R amps , we dinghy back to his boat . Dump my gear , set up my 3×5 berth and sit in the marina watching massive cruise ships quietly slip in just hundreds of feet away. Massive is too small of a word. Its a floating 6,000 ft chubby looking floating hotel surrounded by beautiful waters and look down on the little looking sailboats filled w captains and wenches.
Seems the winds are mainly from the east so sailing into them is not an option. One motors east them sails back on westly winds.
So we sort of motorsail out of St . Thomas towards St . Johns. Beautiful quieter island but w some sad bad slavery history . After the slaves revolted most ended up passing a shotgun around or jumped off Mary point to avoid the torture and killing .
Ok after some sexual innuendos , I am getting those red flag warnings that I may not like this Capt after all , as he had me play a game of guessing how much his freaking boat cost . I guessed wrong and was quickly told about all the rules on his tres$$$ boat. Like i could shower or poop but not both on his boat. He had two of everything. I could shower on deck. No brushing my hair inside, not to expect to take the helm for awhile and willing to watch porno .
But I brush this all off and was trying to just get some sailing experience right?
We find another moor thingy , settle in have a rum drink and sit. Snorkeled some the next morning before heading to St Johns otherside , thecoolside Corral Bay . Seemed like some wind to sail as others were sailing by but still we motor on in , moored after he yelled at me for missing the damn ball thingy the first time and grumbled a lot of bad words. Another red flag. Told him to nix the cussing as it was making me nervous. He knew a way to relax me he replied if I would trust him. Right .
It was becoming clear what my purpose was, somewhat flattered ( at my age) but hurt by the disrespect . Once In St .John his nice side appears and is somewhat trying to warm up to me . He tells me we are off to the other side where my hippy friends will be. Great lets go . Again no sails , WTF and we secure a Mooring thingy after more cuss words . I am starting to get a bad vibe and getting scared of this man . I saw his manhood thingy while swimming naked yesterday and there is no way that is getting near me. yikes . I walk around on eggshells afraid of everything I say or do. I contemplate an escape as he informed he is very ok soloing if I did not like his rules.
My angel arrives . Rebecca , a boat owner and captain and another boat owner dingy up and come aboard so He can show of his $$$$ boat. She knows him and has seen the boat. I am told to get drinks for our friends ( but not to offer them his drinks) .I feel really foolish being here.
While guys are down below , Rebecca asks how I doing. I tell her I am scared and she tells me to meet her latter at Skinny Legs to talk . She and I have some Lake Tahoe connections. Small world.
Wow so I find out latter at this fun bar w live music that nite that He is a big player, probably wont get to actual sail and is known for bringing twits for sexual companions. Too bad for him tho as another plan is brewing and it does not include sex.