Pure Joy 4

This morning we awoke to a much calmer song than the day before. Owen was awake before everyone else. he sat at the bow of the boat contemplating the deep philosophies of the night before. Those philosophies consist of how and why people think it is a good idea to throw large clumps of butter at each other in the late hours of the evening. As you can tell, it is a very abstruse subject that demands high levels of cognitive function from our brightest boy, Owen. Through his mental journey, he must have discovered that he has beastmaster powers, and he used them to summon a large Spotted Eagle ray. When I woke up, he was by my side and told me what he saw. I quickly went to see it, but it was already out of our view.

We then ate breakfast, and we were allowed by our gracious and merciful ruler Steph to snorkel and paddle board. The second I jumped in the water I saw two sting rays, I yelled up to Steph and asked her to hand me the camera, when I got it I tried to take photos but they were too deep and the water was a bit murky. We then sailed to Road Town. It was a very pleasant ride across the open water from one clump of islands to another. On our passage, we saw the VISAR boat, which is basically the coast guard of the BVIs. They slowly started to turn into us. Max yelled out, " Yo, the coast guard is coming. Nobody believed him, but they kept coming closer and closer, and soon they were about to board us. When Shai realized they actually were about to board our boat, he immediately jumped to conclusions and believed they were here to punish him for his little fishing affairs, which may or may not be against the law. He jumped up like a mad man, hands on his head, stumbling all over the place. The VISAR boat was big and orange; they were very cool, and everyone on the boat was very excited when they came. It turns out they wanted to do a practice boarding; they turned around and pulled up to our boat once again, and this time two of them climbed up onto our boat. After Shai realized they were not there to arrest him, he was very relieved. After this great surprise, we docked at the island. Most people on the boat ventured over to the same burger place; here they made incredible, juicy, and tasty burgers. We spent a few hours in Rode town, and I found a good coffee shop to subdue my craving. We got back on the boat and sailed to our docking spot for the night. It was a beautiful journey, sailboats side by side passing sharp rocky islands; soon we arrived, and it was time to shower. After we showered, the instructors had to go to a meeting; during this time, we were supposed to be diligent, obedient subjects. We were not allowed to go into the water or misbehave. I think something in their tone or just the fact that they said we should not do something made some people on the boat feel an irresistible urge to do just that. Immediately chaos broke out, Max and Sam cheekily sat on the top of the boat and threw eggs on the floor below nearly hitting Brooke, they came back downstairs are cracked and egg on her head. This was extra devious given the fact that it was only last night when she was involved in a violent butter war. Egg was everywhere on the back of the boat, and all of this happened whilst the chefs were cooking up something criminal for dinner. It is almost like they deliberately tried to sabotage our meal. Maybe it was because there were extremely distracting acts of debauchery occurring right next to them, or that they wanted payback for the butter incident last night, but dinner was almost inedible. The whole boat reeked of burnt food, and to say the least, it did not give me a vicious appetite. After dinner, we indulged in a game of Sardines, where one person hides, and everyone else tries to find them. When someone finds the hider, they join them in their hiding spot until the last person finds the whole group hiding together. Aria was the hider, and as we waited for her to hide, Steph told us to sing the national anthem, and then we could seek. It sounded more like a tribal war chant of a bunch of tone deaf savages, but it got the job done. When one person found Aria in a little nook, everyone started piling in; it was deadly. We managed to fit almost everyone in this tiny little cabin, one by one we climbed through the hatch and crushed the people at the bottom, for me this was amazing because I was on the very top weighing down on everyone else. The amount of fat shaming I heard come my way from the depths of the dog pile was unprecedented. I have never been so offended in my life. Truly disappointing. After all of this, it was time to write cards for one another; these cards were supposed to be very heartfelt and kind. I think we all enjoyed writing the cards and reflecting on our wonderful trip.

Parley on behalf of the Pure Joy Crew