By the time the USVI is on the bow, most crews are settling into that easy trade-wind rhythm: coffee wedged in the cup holder, logbook smudged with salt, and everyone suddenly interested in “just checking” their passports.
These islands are close together and friendly enough once you’re properly squared away, but they run on real office hours and real enforcement. Show up late, or assume you can sort it out tomorrow, and you’ll spend your first night watching anchor lights multiply while you hunt for a scrap of holding or an open mooring.
Arrive ready, keep it tidy and daylight-minded, and you’ll be ashore eating something that isn’t from a can before the breeze clocks for the evening.