CAPRICE LETAN is a book of short novels, what is held together by my life full of adventures, and my recent sailing trip across the South -Pacific Ocean. I began to write it in a Bay in Nuku Hiva Island In The Marquesas Group on the way to Tahiti. I am on a 10 meter long sailing boat Called : Dolphin Dancer. I bought her in 2011 October and sailed under the Golden Gate Bridge 6 weeks later. I stopped at St. Catalina Island for a short spell, however, it’s too cold for me there. I can’t deny it I Am a Tropical Person Now. Nobody can sell me snow, unless he mixes it with sugar and lime juice first, moreover call it Lemon Ice cream. I should had been born as a small black boy, on a tropical island, with a fishing rod in my hand and a hat like Huckleberry Finn used to wear on his raft on the Mississippi . Lately I buy and sell boats yearly, it’s a bad habit of mine . I should stop it, but can’t afford it, because it keeps me in cash . I fix them up quick and sell them for little extra . I can buy an air ticket and fly back to The Top of the hill and slide down again with a new boat . Not all slides are without accident, as you rightfully guessed . Dolphin Dancer is my tenth boat in line. Number four Antilia broken in half, in a category 5 hurricane in the lagoon of St. Martin, and never sailed at all . I could not decide which half to use to sail onwards . She was a schooner, so had 2 masts, enough for 2 boats but the hull was of concrete . Yes she was a Floating pavement . Not many around anymore. “ I wonder why? “ Some of my boats I sold as far as New Caledonia, Gibraltar and the Seychelles . Yes I sailed a lot . But do not chuck this book away, because you do not like boats and sea , the better half of this book is about normal land dwellers like you and poor me . Yes I was born on land, not even on the nicest part of it, and had to wade my way towards the sea, like a seal virtually on my belly.