As I watch, the waves from the shore look fun and almost innocent as they crest and then crash over one another. I can taste the salt in the air and watch little rainbows glisten through the prisms of the ocean's spray. The warm ocean water toward the shore is covered with white from and bubbles from the rumbling of waves. Children and their families play in the gritty tan covered sand. I think to myself, "This is perfect."
I make the final preparations on the boat my aunt and uncle rented. Soon the boat is ready and so am I. I sit and wait as my aunt and uncle come from the hotel to the docks. As I am looking out upon the seemingly never-ending ocean, I faintly hear footsteps on the dock. …
