We could taste the saltwater on our lips.
In fact, saltwater was all over our face.
Our eyeglasses—yes, both of them—were pockmarked with beads of water. We could barely see ahead of us, and besides, there seemed nothing else to see except the rough open seas ahead.
Our boat carried around 20 tourists—brown-skinned, pale-skinned, black-haired, golden-haired, big-eyed, chinky-eyed. And it was big, just as any good dive boat should.
But the waves were bigger.
It was a sunny day, yes, but for some reason the waves weren’t friendly.