When we hopped into the second island, the boys took advantage of the high cave. In spite of my best effort to convince Marco not to join his friends in high diving, he still persisted to try. Symond has no more extra clothes, so he was just watching them.
I took pictures of them as they dived from the highest point of that cave. When it was Marco's turn, my heart beat briskly. I can't help being worried for him. His friends were cheering him on from the water below.
When he dives, I can't even take a look at him. I heard the happy shouting of his friends. They enjoyed the water while we talk to the caretaker of the island. The old woman was watching Marco and friends as she told the details about the island.
"The people here have been working for decades. For some, it's all their lives
