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Relive the watery trials of Harlen Leslie, Doc Farto and John Fuselier as they transit the Gulf Coast, Cuba and South America onboard their 39′ Gulfstar Sailmaster in search of bullets, broads and bushwhackers.With never before released stories wovenMoreRelive the watery trials of Harlen Leslie, Doc Farto and John Fuselier as they transit the Gulf Coast, Cuba and South America onboard their 39′ Gulfstar Sailmaster in search of bullets, broads and bushwhackers.With never before released stories woven together as a novel, the Regatta Diaries will be sure to entertain and leave you wanting to taste the adventure as well as take a few slugs off of your smuggled Cuban rum.Chapter List:• Gulfport to Pensacola• The Great Bayou of Pigs Fiasco• Key West Race Week• Mardi Gras Regatta• The Mississippi Gulf Coast• Hemingway Yacht Club• The Isle of Orleans• Dauphin Island Race• Challenge Cup• Guyana 78• Nicaragua 83• Katrina: Blackwater Revisited• The Isle of Women• Epilogue: The Strange Voyage of Doc FartoExcerpt:My crew and I are in a way, the same. We are those last Gulf Coast natives not impregnated by the damn snowbirds with their scrod accustomed palate and fat, pale accents buying up our white sands and heat. We dirty up the marinas from their brochures and they think us dumb with our thick accents.Who cares if their yankee ancestors tamed the Iroquois with trinkets? Our’s slaughtered the Cherokee, the Mayans, the Aztecs. How is the Trail of Tears different from the Bataan Death March? We are all guilty, but the northern Indians were lazy and were conquered by cheese mongers and New England shopkeepers with beads.The American South, the Central Americas, Cuba, we are the angry descendants of the slavers, the bloodthirsty, the pirates, the filibusters, the conquered and the Conquistadors. And now we entertain these fat Milwaukeeans’ and sell them our beach front, four rows deep. We allow them to conquer us, in exchange for what?We are not quaint. We do however struggle to hold onto our last vestiges in the states and we do it in coastal towns like New Orleans, Pascagoula, Galveston and Apalachicola. Many of us have been pushed out onto the waters of our ancestors, seeking out freedom and comrades in solitary anchorages.We are the new natives forced to flee deeper into dark jungles.