The boat wouldn't have looked much different in the Cuba of her 1999, Sharon thought. Except maybe that to aid the sail there would be an automobile gas engine, not a rusty and very visible steam engine.
A man was unfolding a very dirty foresail directly into the Caribbean sea. Hidden in the shallows, Sharon looked carefully and decided that this lone sailor was the same man she'd seen dozens of times on T-shirts and posters -- looking much worse than in the famous retouched photograph, of course. Sharon went right under the boat, observing the fishnets slowly dragging along. Moments later, Che Guevara's hairy arms went into the water as the last of the foresail unfolded. Sharon knew by instinct that this was the perfect time to either use her charms or just uncerimoniously dragging him down -- although part of her did want to know this living legend a little better.
And so...
Sat Jul 10 16:15:54 1999