We were woken up the the shaking of our tent and nosies a bear would possibly make. This bear however, stood roughly 6-feet tall, had a face full of hair and a full-belly laugh after Roxanne let out a squeal. My father, up to his usual madness so early in the mornings. I was used to it, everyone else, not so much.
I heard the boys groaning and moving around their text as I sat up, “We’re awake dad!” I said to him while stretching.
“No.” Roxanne whined and fell back onto her bed.
I threw my pillow at her, “Come on. We have to get ready.”
Standing up I started to pack my boat bag. Filling it up with sunscreen, a couple magazines, my sunglasses and an extra outfit for when my body gave up to the sun. I burn easily and being in the middle of the ocean doesn’t seem to help, no matter how m
