I awoke in the rowing dinghy, lying on my back with my legs over the seat and the oars still gripped tightly in my hands. The stars were so beautiful, I had never seen them so bright. The sea was inky black with an occasional phosphorescent glow. As I sat back up and looked around I saw the city glow in the distance and the regular flash of the lighthouse in Fort de France Harbor, every five seconds, flash. I looked over my shoulder one more time and began rowing. I would think back on my first carnival later. Now wasn’t the time. I had to get back to Martinique first.
Dispatches From Key West 