Sting: Our 1985 Cover Story

Sting: Our 1985 Cover Story

This article originally appeared in the July 1985 issue of SPIN.

60° West Longitude, 16°45' North Latitude—“Captain sir, permission to break out the vodka and orange!" whoops the handsome blond helmsman as he hugs the ship's sleek steel wheel, an impish gust suddenly sending some briny spray into his smirking face. "And the gods have spoken!" he asserts, wiping the bracing water away. "Aw, yes, this certainly beats the coal fields of Newcastle!"

We are approximately one hour out of Old Road Bay, two miles off the leeward coast of Montserrat, the proud prow of the 44-foot Queen of Scots sailing yacht slicing the teasing swells at about 8 knots, the rocky island of Redondo rising in the misty middle distance off our port side like a miniature Gibraltar. From this privileged early morning vantage point, sun-mottled Montserrat resembles a cozy merger of Hawaii and Ireland, with its serrated volcanic peaks plunging from their collars of fluffy clouds into dense jungle valleys and sloping, emerald glens.