Seafarers, that was our newfound name that day. My family and company took a getaway from all of the overbearing, stressful at times, life as we know it. We boarded a small boat, not too small, but just enough room for all of our troubles to melt away without sticking to one another. The Atlantic was beautiful, almost as if she were expecting us. I was lucky enough to snag a seat in my favorite spot: the tip of the boat. It was perfect for admiring the orchestra of sea breezes that whispered around me from every direction. As we got further and further from shore, we decided to cast the iron anchor into the unfamiliar waters. It’s funny how people change when you’re on a boat. Everything is so peaceful that you can’t help but enjoy everyone in your presence.

We all soon turned into little fishermen. After our fishing lines encountered a few baby sharks and a couple of stingrays, we traveled to an island, to our knowledge vacant except for the billion-some grains of sand that called this place home, or at least until the tide washed them away. My younger sister and I are quite adventurous and enjoy imagining as often as possible. So we decided to test our age and see what sort of magic we could conjure up within this breathtaking surrounding we found our eyes plastered upon.

We began suiting up in our lifejackets, as children would for their first swim, untrusting of the big blue abyss we did not know by heart. I stood at the edge of the boat, taking one huge gulp of air as if I would not float back up once I crashed into the waters. Eyes closed, I plunged into the water, preparing for the certainty of beach hair that would follow my intrepid act. Instead, I was politely greeted by salty water, not even reaching my bellybutton. I smirked at my miscalculation. As I approached the soft sand, I gazed my eyes upon the alluring stallions galloping down the beach. As I walked toward the sands, I could not help but follow the tracks with hopes of reaching the sweet creatures. I was not so lucky to prevail in this quest for Black Beauty, but discovered something just as serene.

I began up the slope toward what looked to be a jungle. I made my way up the oasis to a small area of water. As I came closer, I found myself not alone. I was in the midsts of a parade of crabs. Hundreds and hundreds of little crabs, scurrying about every which direction I turned. Not long after I discovered my new company, my sister made her way to the parade. We immediately kicked in our childlike behavior and competed to catch one of the crabs. With the sound of the waves, the sun shining down on our cheeks, and the breeze from the sea twisting in our hair, it was a day of pure serenity and peace for all with the privilege to find themselves there. A day to be remembered if ever there was a need to get away from the chaos… to get away from reality. I will be visiting always.