“That song almost ruins being on a boat. That sucks.” Pete observed before we even left the pier.
I know what song hes talking about, but Im scared to say it, just incase it gets stuck in my head while actually on a boat. Which is, of course, a worst case scenario.
An hour later and Nat cant get any closer to the edge of the boat. She’s on the very front, holding on with one hand, rodeo style, as we roll from wave peak to trough. Unlike a stoic bull rider, she is squealing with joy at each near soaking. Tempting fate, the spray blows over her and hits the rest of us, who are quite literally unable to stand, partly because of laughter and partly because the sea was really picking up.
We’d just passed the albatross colony, which was surrounded by a seal colony, near the shag colony. A…
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