The next morning, we rose just before dawn so we could make it to the helicopter on time. We shared a modest breakfast of toasted bagels and coffee before dressing and heading out the door. I didn't bother to ask where we were going, as I knew he would lead the way. The wind was a little heavier that morning, and part of me worried that it would interfere with the ride. However, I was going to leave that up to the professionals. After all, I was sure that the pilot wouldn't allow us to take off if it wasn't safe.
The helicopter was a little way's away from the resort, stationed on a flat piece of land without any buildings nearby. The pilot nodded at us and extended a hand to Roman to shake before me. "Good morning, guys," the man greeted. "Ready to see the Bahamas in style?"
