The boat lay half
sunk in the middle of the lagoon, its stern completely under water. Cheito stood with his friend Boden at the end of the wooden dock. He looked at the murky
water of the lagoon and guessed that the boat was about 50 yards away. Boden dove into the water and started swimming to the boat. Cheito waited a
couple of seconds and jumped in after his friend. His feet sank into the silty
bottom. He pulled up and kicked his feet, and swam towards the boat. In a
couple of minutes he reached the boat. He looked up and saw that his Boden had
already climbed on the slanted deck. He pulled himself aboard carefully trying
to avoid splinters and screws. He peered into the cabin through a missing
window. Crabs scurried away.
Jose M. Caldas, September 23, 2013.
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