Conviction
It was a beautiful day to go out on the locally crafted boat with someone you cherish to celebrate the closing of THEE biggest deal of your careers. After several rounds of margaritas the boat made of a strong wood and heart pine, manned by a bronze man with strong arms seemed like a great idea. It was a great idea until about 15 minutes in. In retrospect he stopped making jokes around then and looked down at his hands, not just the awkward silence filler but he was checking his watch as he seemingly looked at his fingernails.A large tour boat barreled in our direction and suddenly turned sharply as it neared the us. The water which was moments ago just gently rocking the boat now turned violently overturning our little handcrafted island delicacy. Shell shocked we squealed like school girls, frantically splashing as we searched for our bags before the great sea took possession of them. We had not noticed the speed boat lowered into the water as soon as it saw that we were overturned. It barreled quickly towards us as our guide swam towards it.Our attention had not returned to our guide until we heard the engine of the speedboat, now at a distance we couldn’t ignore ,which was damn near on top of us. Now our Island Adventure guide, whose name never mattered was onboard ,his face was expressionless as he threw a life preserver out to us.
