Twenty-fourCuba › Friday, December 5, 2008 › 21h45
Jayson felt uneasy anchoring so close to shore, but Tony reassured him it was safe. They were roughly fifteen miles off the northwest shores of Cuba, near the tiny resort island of Cayo Jutías, a hundred nautical miles west of the capital city of Havana. Still uneasy, but trusting Tony’s experience, he acknowledged with a slight nod and moved to the portside gunwale. The sun had long ago dropped off the horizon, and the night sky above appeared higher and more endless than he’d ever seen it before: a pinholed, black velvet blanket of a billion sparkling stars. He scanned the horizon. The moon, now in its first quarter, reflected the slight chop on the water’s surface like broken glass. It sparkled, like the stars above. Lights from the sh
