This is how you arrive in St. Martin: the 737 screams in over tin rooftops and a strip of yellow beach, then desperately brakes on the world’s shortest commercial runway; the taxi rides the perilous curves of the road, cut into the mountainside above sapphire seas and distant islands; and you are thrust, groggy and confused, into the bright mid-day sun at Oyster Pond Marina, where your vessel awaits. From there, things slow down considerably–to a magical pace known as “island time.” ASA’s first ever St. Martin flotilla was held from April 20-28, 2012, and I got to go along …