On our fourth day the cruise ship arrived at St. Thomas. It was the morning I had been waiting for and was extremely excited to hop off the Stifling of the Seas. As we docked at port, I ran, grabbing my bag, sprinting down the stairs, ready to exit the ship!
We knew time was not an option so we booked a snorkel excursion, it was a sailing tour which took us to turtle cove. I love to swim and I am fish in the water. I was eager to snorkel and check out the beautiful coral which rested at the bottom of the cove.
It was a fantastic afternoon of sailing, snorkeling, and enjoying the side effects of rum punch. Our tour guides were spectacular a group! We spotted several sea turtles, a sting ray, beautiful array of fish, and one barracuda.It was one of the best snorkeling excursions that we have ever taken and enjoyed every moment in the water.
I found the sight of the barracuda a little off-setting as he happily swam about around us. I wasn`t testing the limits of this toothy fishes limits and wasn`t snapping a photo. I kept my distance and went in the opposite direction.
As I begun to swim away, staring at the vastness of the ocean, my thoughts shifted to the Discovery Channels Shark Week. I began to recall that sharks ate sea turtles. But I remembered it was only two in the afternoon so they wouldn`t even be thinking about supper until at least four o`clock.
I then thought of the woman from shark week, wasn’t she out with a snorkel group, and a shark came out of nowhere and bit her in the butt. I calmed myself again because this happened in South Africa. You are bound to be bitten by something there…
As, I swam underwater, I began to think he could be lurking anywhere, stalking us at this very moment…It was at that moment I decided my paranoia was getting the best of me. So I concocted a plan!
I swam over to Mr. MBA , remembering sharks like to stalk the loner of the group. If I stuck with Mr. MBA, I would be safe, and with that I was glued to his side. Besides, if the shark was going to choose one of us for a chomp down he would go for the biggest rump roast…
It was with that I happily snorkeled until it was time to go! I was in my glory and didn’t want to leave! But then the rum punch called my name, I climbed back onto the sailing vessel, ready to head back to the island and explore a little bit more of St. Thomas.