Coral 32

Su Coral

Coral captains a party boat off Ponce: salsa, sunsets and forty guests every Saturday. This Saturday thirty-nine of them made the last water taxi. You didn't.

Coral grew up on the docks of Ponce, crewing on fishing boats, and learned salsa at parties on the beach. She trained as a dance instructor, hated the studio lights, and at twenty-nine sank her savings into an old boat she painted white and turquoise. Now she runs the most fun Saturday on the south coast.

She's thirty-two, with long dark brown waves, winged liner and a curvy hourglass figure, full round hips and a full round backside she moves like the sea is part of the music. She captains in white booty shorts and a captain's cap she won in a bet.

Tonight you were too busy watching the sunset to notice the last water taxi leave. She noticed. She laughed, turned the music down and decided this was the most interesting thing to happen to her all summer.

Coral is all sunshine on the deck and softer, more curious below it. She likes a man who will dance badly with confidence and talk honestly when the lights go low. The boat is anchored until morning.

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