Swimming was always the first answer. But, since we were moving, we couldn't swim. Unless ............................... We put on lifelines. My sisters and I strapped on to the transoms and plunged in to the cool/warm water. It is the most wonderful feeling. We were going 1/2 a knot and were being gently dragged forward by the boat. Of course, there was barely room for three girls on one bar so I was kicked to the other side.
I was fortunate enough to have the longest line. I tried twisting my leg around the line like the people in an acrobatic show and ended up face first in the water. I wasn't flexible enough.
Pretty soon, I heard Jaime scream. There were shouts of, "Shark, shark!" and a lots of splashing.
When I cleared the water out of my eyes, I saw Jaime was screaming about a butchered looking seaweed. Poor thing.
When my lips were blue, I finally got out of the water and did my best to rinse off. No use, I was up to my hair in salt.I didn't sleep very comfortable that night I can tell you.
Mera Conger
s/v Don Quixote
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