CLUNK!
What was that? Rick thought to himself.
CLUNK!
There it is again. Rick felt the sound echo along the hull of the ship.
Have we hit something? He wondered. Has something hit us?
Peering out of the water sports bay, at first Rick could see nothing except all the confusion of the harbor. Out of habit he quickly made a mental survey of all the passengers that had taken equipment out. There was the young couple on their honeymoon that were chasing each other on jet skis and obviously having a great time. There was the loner out kayaking by himself. He never said much, just kept to himself. Rick found it difficult to tell if he was even having a good time. And then, of course, there were the Powells. They had taken out one of the paddleboats and at the moment appeared to be going aro
