I emerge from below deck, wetsuit ditched, linen pants and white cotton shirt firmly back on. Ignoring half a dozen men protesting, alongside Smith making chicken noises I stride up to the grizzled captain, his skin etched with deep tan lines and a few marks looking suspiciously like shark nibbles.
“Get me off this this f*****g boat.”
“Senor?”
“We need to head back. Or I’ll pay for another boat to come out and pick me up so the guys don’t lose their dive time. Can you radio that over?”
Before I can get out my wallet and agree a price, a heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “One minute.”
Sol leads me away from the captain, shoving his mirrored aviator shades up into his thick dark hair. Mine stay down.
Half of Sol’s friends are already underwater, the others are getting kitted up. I thou
