Aquaplane
The boat is started and is soon skimming across the bay whilst I aquaplane along behind it, parting the still blue surface of the water like a giant cheesewire, I see rocks and driftwood ahead - we must have come too far. I shout to my companion, but my voice is lost beneath the steady throbbing of the speedboat's powerful engine. Soon we are both ducking, weaving and threading our way through, fighting for survival. Thank God! The rocks are gone, but ahead I see regatta day. Yachts follow eccentric tracks across our path, but miraculously we find a way through without fouling the line, only to be met by a flotilla of "gin and tonic" cruisers being driven by inexperienced rich kids who all seem determined to finish me off. Don't they know there's a speed limit this far inshore? Ahead I see sharks. We can't turn with so many "G and T's" in the way, I hope I live to regret this escapade, or will I provide these mean marine devouring machines with an early lunch?
