Until recently, I knew another American boat captain who was charged with robbing 40-odd banks, convicted for one, did less than four years in a federal facility, and necessarily lived under a false identity because felons are generally prevented from obtaining US passports. He was smart enough to put away a mil for his defense fund and had made previous arrangements with a government official down here. He was one of the best men I knew down here. He went missing last summer in a storm east of Barbados.
I have had the malodorous acquaintance of a couple of Serbian war criminals who use as a front for their operations a notorious bar on the bad side of Fort-de-France, Martinique, far from the “regular” tourist trade and at the pleasure of police officials: whores, drug running, possibly a slave trade going on, etc., who I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. My last first mate had a marijuana sales conviction on his record back in the States, from when he was in high school. I do business with a Frenchman running from a government graft deal in Algeria decades ago. You can’t swing a dead cat down here without hitting a felon of one kind or another. Most of them are quite reformed and feel lucky that there are still places on earth that a person can re-invent themselves and start over. And most whom I know are homesick as hell. Except the Serbs. They are protected somehow, unapologetic, and very dangerous.
But don’t get me wrong. Most expats down here have clean records, are very well behaved, and unless they actively foolishly go hunting for something they can’t get legally, they will never knowingly come in contact with these other guys. One of the easiest ways to run afoul of the law is to negatively affect the illusion that this a sea of happy, corruption-free, law abiding islands or, more importantly, to interfere in any way with the quiet, unseen, nefarious businesses of government officials who are dependent upon graft to support thier lifestyles, their salaries being merely pocket change.
My buddy, the bank robber, was happy to start over. He ran a totally legal business and enjoyed living the straight life after being a criminal for so long. He got into it young and always told me it much easier to get an education, live in the burbs and work it straight. The criminal life requires 24/7/365 alertness, and you can’t go running to a cop or lawyer when deals go bad. A gun keeps you from being stepped on and the whole lifestyle is exhausting.