Thankfully, my
watch was waterproof. Through the water droplets on its face I could see it was
nearing six o’clock. That didn’t explain why the sky was a dark blue black on
this summer evening. I watched the waves move violently against the skyline,
themselves as inky as the clouds. Mounds of water rose up and over the sides of
my boat and into the hull. With each crash seawater sprayed into my face and
hair. The wind moved so quickly it whistled in my ears. My eyes stung as I
looked over at Waverly, clinging to me. She was wrapped in a blindingly bright
orange towel that was by this part of the boat ride, soaked. Her long hair
whipped in knots behind her as the boat rushed forward into the darkness. I
could barely make out the tall green speed limit sign ahead. I felt Wave’s
snake like grasp lighten from my elbow as she made her way to stand up slowly. The cold towel slapped my face and I
tasted more salt. OH shit this isn’t
good, what the hell was she doing? I thought to myself. It looked like she
was screaming something to me. Her mouth was wide open and her forehead was
wrinkled with concern. But, I the wind took her voice and the next crash of
waves were overpowering. Her legs suddenly moved through the air, long and
strikingly pale against the overwhelming darkness. Before I could grasp what
was going on all that could be seen was a crayon orange towel traveling through
the air and off the back of the boat.
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