The occupants, with wind playing games with their hair, sat mesmerised, as the Filipino captain expertly handled the boat, shouting instructions into his walkie-talkie, in sweet Tagalogue tongue.
The boat’s speed gathered, and wind scattered people’s hair with newfound vigour. The fun was on, and on the top platform of that open luxury Caterpillar yacht, my mind was born again.
We left the
I imagined imaginary fishes jump up and plop down back into the water, making widening water circles, to be immediately devoured by the ever-strengthening sea waves. I imagined a bald eagle sweeping down majestically from the heavens above, squarely landing on the water surface, firmly clutching a still-dying fish, that was the master of all it surveyed, till a few seconds a go…
I imagined an imaginary land, hundreds of feet below the calm sea tops, just waiting to be discovered.
I discovered that world, in the insides of the belly of the boat, so unlike its stylish outsides.
The wind still flowed, and I was still at sea.
The glorious, aquamarine, calm, peaceful, life-giving, salty sea…