The catamaran slides away from the Hip Strip with a soft shove of motor and the clack of rigging. Reggae pulses through the cockpit as warm, salt-bright air pushes across the nets and lifts the hair from your face. Ahead, the coast of Montego Bay unfolds in wide sweeps of parrotfish-blue water and low, green headlands; behind you, the city recedes into a line of palms and pastel hotels. For the next three hours the boat becomes a small, floating party: snorkeling stops framed by coral gardens, a steady supply of Jamaican rum and beer, and a crew that treats dance lessons as essential safety protocol.