Epilogue
I love my job. I patrol the Caribbean waters day and night, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I am a combination of ecosystems officer, harbormaster, lifeguard, and emergency communications officer. I am paid to cruise one the world’s most spectacular seas. I never cease marveling at the water’s brilliance and fluidity. It changes colors every day in its passionate relationship with the sun, wind, sea floor, and moon. The sea’s rhythmic movements, sometimes slow and sensual, other times wild and violent like teenage rock music, hypnotizes and frightens one in the same day.
I call the wind, sun, and moon the three lovers. They love one another for a season; they are at peace, and then they hate one another. They blow and howl and scream and hurl bolts of lightning at one
