At this point have cruised the windwards and leewards enough to have some sense of this. Know which places are the equivalent of the south Bronx and which are Sutton place.
Still there is a chance to be victimized anywhere. Do read noonsite. Do listen to the local cruiser nets. Do raise and lock dinghy and engine.
Some places I just now skip. Sail by St. Vincent. Stay out of the lagoon use Marigot instead. Nicer. Doesn't smell. Can even make water. Won't go to Trinidad except in a flotilla and well east.
I grew up in the lower east side of manhattan. Inspite of having street sense was mugged once. Feces occurs.
While cruising have no jewelry. No watch nor wedding ring. Don't dress up. Don't flash. Lock everything. Never anchor alone except in extremely remote places beyond small boat range and then lock up before sleeping.
Just like you do everything possible to not be hacked. You do everything possible to decrease risk of violence or theft.
As an aside. Cable no longer works except in high visibility settings. Use chain on your dinghy. Knock on wood haven't been hit yet. If gone off the boat for days put engine in a locker or storage. Not locked on a rail. Lock dinghy even if left on deck.
Your prescriptions are too unsettling for me... almost paranoid... no watch, or wedding band.... cell phone? I sailed and anchored in all those Islands in the 90s.... there was crime... maybe things are worse now. I never felt unsafe back then. I prefer Marigot to Rodney Bay too.
Does this apply to all those lovely Caribbean islands these days?
Islands
I'm searching for an island
It's just right for me
A place so special
It's just got to be
Warm waters lapping
Calm peaceful shores
Quaint little villages
And so very much more
The island has mountain peaks
With clouds about the top
It rains each day an hour
But then must simply stop
The rains fill the ponds,
Rivers and the lakes
You only see sailboats
Ne'er a power boat wake
This island has meadows
Grasses of delicious green
Flowers abound in multitudes
On the hills and by the streams
Palm lined sandy beaches
and rocky cliffs too
Everything imaginable
All surrounded by endless blue
I'll set down my anchor
Watch the sun arise
Each day will be different
Hold some new surprise
Local folks with so much charm
A society that seems fair
A dollar's still a dollar
But no one seems to care
I'll befriend all the sailors
Who come and drop their hook
The good ones with flair
Have also come to look
I'll forget the winter season
The cold and freezing rains
And not miss the deserts
nor even the endless plains
The great cities will be like
far distant dreams
Full of crowds, noise and traffic
In never ending streams
Each island that I've sailed to
Meets just part of my need
I'm still searching and exploring
Not missing a good lead
But when to weigh anchor?
And when to make way?
I struggle with this question
Each and every day
The next island beckons
And summons me "sail on"
With promises of new delights
To build a life upon
Not always have I lived
This searching life at sea
Yet there is something about sailing
That's forever part of me
jso
9/26/94