There are no pirates in the Caribbean

Apparently, there are no pirates in the Caribbean... just thieves on foot. I'm here in the Turks and Caicos with two families staying in two different villas. I heard that the other villa has been broken into. Items were taken while they were sound asleep.

We were talking about it over dinner. Fred, our host, did not know about the burglary so were filling him in on the details. We told him that a lot of items were taken.

Laptop...

(Fred has no reaction)

Cellphone...oakley sunglasses...

(Fred looks less and less interested)

Digital cameras... Ipods...

(Fred starts walking away)

Cognac...

Fred turns around in a quick motion and says, "Cognac? This is getting serious!!!"

I just started laughing. To me, the laptop and the camera seemed the most important things stolen that night. I would die if I lost all my files and pictures. Those things are quite irreplaceable. But to Fred, everything was irrelevant except for that cognac.

Maybe when I reach Fred's age, when I've accomplished his level of success, when I've attained his level of wealth, when I've traveled as much as he has, perhaps my priorities will change. Perhaps files in a laptop will no longer be relevant. Perhaps pictures will no longer be necessary. Perhaps the one thing left that matters is living life to the fullest with a bottle of Hennessy and good company by the beach.