by Ray Jason
Thank you for your brilliance Norman Rockwell |
The wind arrived swiftly. The waves built more slowly - but also more
dangerously. Suddenly AVENTURA was no
longer gently tugging at her anchor. She
was lunging and jerking perilously. I
let out more chain to calm her, but the seas kept pounding us. The gorgeous little island with its massive
coral formations had protected me from the prevailing winds for the last two
days. But now that we had swung around
180 degrees, those reefs were a million-machete menace.
I had snorkeled
them that afternoon and their beauty had dazzled me. However, their contours had worried me. In many places the water depth would drop from
15 feet to 2 feet in only a few yards.
Dashed against them, my fiberglass boat could quickly be punctured,
filled with seawater and destroyed. I
would lose my home, my magic carpet, my companion.