A
s the light faded fast, we realised we all had to actually get
back to the mainland, although nobody seemed to be in
a dire rush. The first sign of reality is that you still have full bars
on your phone, then the side view of the city skyline beginning
to light up in the distance hits home, and it’s time to bolt to the
boat.
We arrive at the boat and it’s half underwater - the tiny tin craft
has been swamped by boatwake and is laden with salt water it’s dented up on the rocks. Looking at the submerged tank and
fuel lines, thoughts of spending the night flicker in and out of our
minds, but nobody wants to say it outright. But Sammy’s got this
covered and as cool as you could want, our grommet captain
empties the vessel like he’s the King-Gee man, pulls it around
and primes the motor. First pull she starts and we gurgle home,
back to the burgeoning city and glittering urban sprawl. Thanks
for the ride fellas!
So close yet so far away. The island is the only plac