We started navigating from the coral reef to Wasini Island
where lunch was waiting for us on a restaurant by the beach.
The Japanese family was sitting in a very composed fashion
on the bench by the stern, right in front of me. They were all wearing
perfectly fresh outfits, the hair combed, the backs straightened.
They were exceptionally beautiful, all of them. The father,
a young man with full lips and a sharp jaw line, the wife, a delicate white
orchid, the little boy and girl, in their cute marine numbers.
All the remaining travellers found their spots towards the
bow of the boat.
One of the two Canadian girls had managed to lay down across
the deck and wedge her foot on the mast. She was sound asleep before the anchor
was lifted up.
The waters started to get troubled just few minutes from our
departure.
My friend greeted several boat dives with a full volume
“Whoooah”.
I told her to shut up, that she was scaring everyone around
us.
Two minutes after I asked for a life-vest.
The sea was so bad that the old Dhow was jumping up, down,
left and right to the very edge of itself every split second. And all of us
with it.
While the German girl started to weep in fear, the Japanese
family was still composed, combed and perfectly immobile, scattering around discreet
looks of depreciation towards the rest of the panicking travellers. The Canadian
girl was still asleep. Her sight made me let a giggle out right before I
realize that the boat would have not hold. The waves were so high that the
coast was not visible anymore and the Captain had swapped his calm expression
for a silent tension that built with every new hit.
I made my friend promising that everything would have been
okay. She did.
And few minutes after it was.
We clapped our hands to the Captain. Issah.
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