Floating elegantly through the crystal clear, beryl waters of the caribbean sea, the waves were crawling gently to the shore and rolling passed my body. Glancing over at the sunrise-gold beach and I scrutinizing the people. I observed the sun toasting my sister’s skin because her little red and black bikini didn’t give much coverage and my parents and their friends binging on alcohol and dancing. As a colossal cloud of smoky grey and black began to roll in, our boat driver hollered to my family telling us to retreat to the boat.

Riding back to St.Barths from one of prettiest beaches in the caribbean was about an hour long expedition. My sister and I enjoyed sitting in the front, letting the waves bounce us as our nearly white hair swirled in the wind. After a short amount of time the stormy clouds began to chase us and finally caught us. The waves started towering over us and the little bounces increased to roughly three feet each wave. Approaching what by far was the largest wave we had seen, my intoxicated dad rushed to the front of the boat to protect Shannon and I from hurting ourselves or falling into the deep sapphire sea. As we hit the wave, we flew into the air and my dad pushed us back down to the mat to save our lives. While struggling about six feet high in the air my dad was the lone soldier that didn’t find his way to the mat, but to the floor of the boat. Coming down from his flight he landed on his kneecap causing an eruption of blood.

Bursting open, the blood sprinted out of his knee. His kneecap shattered making his collapsed insides visible. The matte white bone glazed with blood stared at me, giving me horrific chills every time I step on a boat. Without shedding a single tear or shrieking with terror, he lay on floor and calmingly announced his concern of breaking his kneecap. Violently making her way to the front of the boat, my mother was frightened by the sight. Never good under pressure, she panically started pacing back and forth hysterically crying, while shannon rushed to hug him in concern, and I, thinking that he was going to die, started crying. After our first reaction, we all became scared and concerned for my father. While searching for a phone to call for help, my mom had notice empty tequila bottles and flasks stored under the driver’s seat. Moments later, we had realized our driver had been drunk while driving the boat. My mother began to screech because it was all his fault we were put in this situation. Rushing to safety…
… As the sun grew orange and pink and started its descent, we started the drive to the harbor. Approaching the glistening water my heart dropped in fear, while everyone else’s rose with excitement. Jumping with joy, my cousins showed their thrill to go water skiing. I remembered the instant of pain my father experienced on the boat. Nothing was the same from that moment. Seeing an approaching boat made me cringe with fear.

Though I did not run, instead I step powerfully onto to the boat. As the boat launched forward, the wind pulled my hair twirling it upward carrying my fear. Swirling throughout the air, my fear of boat waved good-bye and haunted to another little girl not to far away.