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the boat and toward the ocean. “What just happened?”
    â€œI’ve never experienced a storm like that,” said Sam. “Ever.”
    â€œWas it some kind of weird tropical hurricane?” asked Rodney.
    â€œNo,” said Gary. “A hurricane doesn’t just stop and start like that, and the…those…”
    â€œDid anyone else see the faces?” asked Carol.
    â€œI did,” said Sam.
    â€œWhat was it?” Carol stood up from the deck, clutching her arm.
    â€œI saw it too. Like a hallucination,” said Rodney.
    â€œWe have to get back to shore,” said Gary. “Whatever that was… I don’t want it coming back.”
    Slowly, the four passengers regained a sense of normalcy in their surroundings. Gary steered the boat north to return to the hotel.
    â€œMy camera’s gone,” said Carol, searching the deck.
    â€œSo’s the fish,” muttered Rodney.
    â€œWe’re just lucky to be alive,” said Sam.
    The journey back up the island’s shoreline was strangely uneventful.
    Clustered together around Gary, who steered the boat from the center console, they continued to discuss the strange, violent storm that had attacked them out of nowhere like a vengeful beast.
    Each described a similar experience, so they couldn’t deny what had taken place, but no one could rationalize it.
    â€œBermuda triangle,” said Rodney.
    â€œThat’s crazy,” said Gary.
    â€œYou got a better explanation?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œMaybe it’s beyond our comprehension,” said Sam. “There are things about the world that don’t present themselves in ways that are explained by science. There is science, and there is belief.”
    â€œSo what do you believe?” asked Rodney.
    Sam looked at him for a long moment. “I believe we went to a very dark place.”
    Gary said, “Maybe it’s something they put in our drinks, like a drug. Maybe it was like an acid trip.”
    â€œThat was no acid trip,” said Rodney.
    â€œHow would you know?”
    â€œWhen you’re a police officer, you know a thing or two about narcotics.”
    â€œI think that man was right,” said Carol, speaking up for the first time since they left the school of trevally.
    â€œWhat man?” asked Rodney.
    â€œThe man who rented us this boat.”
    â€œJamarqui?” said Gary.
    â€œYes,” said Carol. “You yourself told us. He said not to go there because of evil spirits.”
    â€œThat’s bullshit,” said Gary. “He made it up.”
    Sam shook his head and looked back across the calm ocean waters. “Did he?”
    As the fishing boat returned to the harbor, Jamarqui emerged from his small tin shed, eyes immediately drawn to the damage.
    As the passengers disembarked, he scrambled toward Gary.
    â€œHey!” he barked. “Hey, what—what—what is this?”
    Taking his arm, Gary guided him to a secluded spot on the pier for a private conversation. “No worries. I’ll pay.” Gary pulled out his wallet, still wet, and began extracting bills with double digits. “This will cover repairs, it’s just some scratches and dents, I assure you…”
    â€œWhat happened?”
    â€œWe experienced a freak storm…some kind of weather anomaly.”
    Jamarqui studied him with skeptical eyes. “Weather?”
    â€œCame and went in a flash.”
    â€œDid you stay on the plan?”
    â€œMore or less.”
    â€œDid you go…” Jamarqui finished his statement with a stare.
    Gary bit his lip. “Possibly.”
    â€œDid I not warn you not to go?”
    â€œSomething out there is not right.”
    â€œNo, not right. That is why I told you to stay away…”
    â€œI didn’t understand then and I don’t understand now.”
    Jamarqui stepped closer. “Listen. Listen to me. Now I will give you a second warning.