Cruising

"What my wife would really enjoy," Simone's hubby explained to the yacht's captain, "would be to sail for a while." The captain seemed surprised for a nanosecond then proceeded to hoist the sails and turn off the engines. Simone sighed happily as the silence settled in. Not real silence, of course, as she could hear the water lap up against the hull, the cries of seabirds and the distant sound of music coming from St George's Parish. Too quickly, the captain turned the engines back on and they exited the cove where they'd been sailing. "You wanted to go around and see the site of the old Loews Bermuda Beach hotel?" The captain asked. "When it still stood, we used to call it the toilet because, seen from the coast, the buildings and their shapes together reminded everyone of a loo." The captain brought the yacht to a spot near what had been the hotel's beach and asked whether anyone wanted to go for a swim. Simone was delighted. She slipped B's floaties on the boy and, together with B's older brother and his girlfriend, the four of them swam to the beach. Hubby remained safely back in the ship and watched as Simone, using her all-weather camera, took pictures of the beach, the fort and the empty hill where the hotel once stood. And Simone tried very hard not to think about barracudas and other predator fish as she swam in the open sea. Very hard. She even almost succeeded.