Sailing Under The Big Dipper To Zihuatanejo Comments

My friend, Melody, and I were sitting on the veranda of our casa overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Mexico as a long, sleek, white sailboat cruised into the Bay. In unison we muttered, "That's one thing I could never do, be on a sailboat for a long time."
An old sea dog I hadn't seen in 10 years, Captain John, was soloing that boat. So, when Captain John asked us to sail for three days down south to Zihuatanejo, we jumped high.
Getting to the boat proved to be an adventure. I was in knee deep water when a huge wave lifted the wooden dinghy up and dropped it onto my legs. My feet, calves, knees, and thighs slipped into the space between boat and sandy bottom. Melody swam out.
We pointed west out the Bay, around a buoy marking a reef, then south to Zihuatanejo.
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