A Diving Trip
The thirty foot chartered yacht floats majestically
in the crystal clear waters
of the Caribbean Sea.
A bare chested captain stands at the helm
his skin tanned and weathered
from his countless excursions
between the islands.
On board are three excited passengers,
who eagerly anticipate a full day
of sailing and diving
in the inviting water.
On deck, in the corner are the scuba tanks,
tightly tethered to the inside wall,
like little tin soldiers
being held hostage.
In a shaded corner, lies a cooler,
filled to capacity with ice, beer,
and a chilled bottle of champagne.
Lively music fills the air
as the party diligently prepares
for their first dive.
Excitement abounds as
the gear is checked
and the tanks of air
The captain waves as the divers
roll backwards off the side of the yacht
and disappear into the warm blue water.
He looks around and marvels at the beauty,
a lovely blue cloudless sky,
birds flying low over the water,
and to his surprise,
a dorsal fin.
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