*Shelby*
On our last day at sea, the water was extremely choppy and made us all a little seasick. I spent most of the day by the pool, watching the water slosh from one side of the deck to the other. The motion of the pool matched the motion of my stomach, and I wasn’t the only one walking around the decks with a slightly green hue on my face.
We were all overjoyed when the yacht docked at Michael’s beach house in the Bahamas that next morning. The sun was rising over the top of the mansion and made the white stone glow as if it was an answer to all of our prayers.
The swaying palm trees colored the pictures of my memories of this place as if they had turned slightly gray with time, but as I stared out at the land from the deck, everything came back to me in the perfect colors.
“Shelby, this place is absolutely unreal. You really stayed here before?” Lin asked me, coming to stand next to me on the deck as the crew dropped the anchor.
