*Shelby*
We made port just as the sun was rising. I’d barely noticed that the yacht had stopped moving until I looked out of the large windows of our stateroom. I quickly realized that one side of the ship's view was all land.
“Where are we? I asked Michael, who was just returning to our room with a tray full of breakfast.
“We’re in the Florida Keys on a little island with an amazing private resort,” he said with a smile.
I rushed out onto the deck to get a better look at the view. The white sandy beaches spread out for miles and were dotted with private bungalows with thatched roofs. It looked just like a tiny island paradise.
