There she goes
There she goes. There she goes again.
From Verana, we hiked down the hill and took a motorboat to the Marietta Islands about an hour away. For awhile, there was nothing around us except the Pacific Ocean and the sound of the motor behind our little boat. I tried to appear calm and unafraid. In the distance, I thought I could see a pirate ship. We came to the islands and anchored our boat. We swam ashore through a cave and sunbathed among the sand crabs. Not a soul in sight but us. Swimming back through the cave, she gave me a small seashell she had found on the beach and asked me to put it in the pocket of my swim suit.
“What if it falls out?” I asked.
“It doesn't matter.” She smiled and we swam like dolphins back to our little boat. terri phillips