I tried to splash her back, but she was gone. It wasn’t hard to track her through the crystal-clear ocean water though. She was wearing a sarong swimsuit, one piece, modest, but as bright yellow as the Tongan sun. I was a decent swimmer, and I went after her.
Yeah, for sure, a decent swimmer. But she was like something from The Odyssey, a sea nymph. I never caught her. She finally had mercy on me and slipped out of the water to sit on the beach and wait. I dragged my butt out after her and collapsed on the sand. She giggled.
“You don't swim much where you are from... Bud?” she asked, grinning.
“Not really.” I was catching my breath. “I have a good bathtub though.”
“A bathtub? Oh, ha ha. Funny guy, my American friend. Tell me, funny guy American friend, what do you think of my island? T
