Twelve
When the crew of Eik came by to pick me up, I was out in the cockpit, ready to go. The high clouds from last night had rolled away, leaving the sky painfully blue and clear. I wore a long-sleeve rash guard and bikini bottoms and I’d slathered on sunscreen and packed the bottle, too. If the snorkeling was as good as they said it was, we would be out there for hours.
“Good morning, everyone.”
With a chorus of good mornings, and a soft smile from Jonas, I dropped into the dinghy. He scooted closer to the outboard, trying to make room for me. I sat down and arranged my gear with everyone else’s, and we puttered off toward the pass. The tide was incoming, but not full throttle, so we slowly exited out of the pass and into the ocean. Jonas turned right, steering along the edge of the r
