Morgan, in art Luca Giannone, a dream, an adventure.

... Ladies and Gentlemen welcome on board!

“... I think the idea to call me Luca was of my mother; in fact she didn’t know I was  “Morgan” neither did I until the day Gabriella, an Italian writer from Brianza spent a week holiday at Sunrise Club...”

It was the end of 1993 when Luca Giannone took the decision to leave Milano, town of joy and sufferance for a life limited by pollution, daily routine and predominance of grey skies. Jamaica was already a dream at school; it was the wish for freedom and nonconformity.
... when I left I decided, the Caribbean Islands were my destination; I had already visited Jamaica twice on vacation, in love, but, what to do in Jamaica? Therefore I flew to Caracas to reach Trinidad and Tobago.
Tobago was the dream, an adventurous life dream, with geese singing at night and the emotion of nature, of perfumes and colors, of torrid heat on skin…

In Tobago Luca spent two months. Then he embarked at Port-of-Spain on a merchant boat with some cabins that weekly travel between Trinidad, Grenada, St. Vincent and Barbados, to reach Santa Lucia, the bigger of the Minor Antilles. The desire to acknowledge the sea, its rules and the interior passion for sailing boat took Luca to live north of Castries, the capital, on the hill above Rodney-bay Marina, reputed one safe harbour for yacht and sailing boats.
... the sea was waved and approaching  Saint Lucia leaving behind the other islands and two days of navigation, was giving me a sort of uneasiness, especially at the view of the Pitons, two ancient volcanoes that rise from the sea as they are devil’s horns. It was the true pirate island that of adventure books and movies, the skull island, the treasure Island with waves crushing the cliffs...

After almost five month in Saint Lucia, Luca meets Ted, a scuba diver instructor from Texas who offers him a ride to Saint Marten with his sail boat. Luca crown his dream, he find himself driving a splendid double-must in Kevlar, alone with the sea, the stars and the adrenaline running with the wind…
... it was about eleven when Ted set me driving to go to sleep, at night on a boat you are on a shift, but it was only few hours since we sail from Saint Lucia, I, alone with the infinite, with the power of the sea, without experience…