East Coast Wreck
The water is always the most calm at 4:00 a.m., that is how he liked it. Peaceful, alone, just us and the water. Every morning as I look over the edge of my small airboat to see my own reflection staring back at me, just like the rest of the world. But the world doesn’t care. Unlike most women who will pick apart every little detail. You would think it would be quiet at this time, but no the word is most alive at 4:00 a.m.. the birds have just woken up to sing me their symphany, and the crocodiles are hunting for their breakfast. We used to hunt along with them, fishing in the Everglades is something that people from all over come to expirence but we used to do it every day. I never really knew our parents, my fater…show more content… I waitress at the cafe in town and my brother was a deck hand on a fishing vessel. I am now 17, my brother is 29 and moved off to Miami with his wife four years ago. He didn’t abandon me. He knew I could make it on my own. I never went to school, I learned everything I know from my brother. He went to school and graduated college also, but that isn’t for me. I’ll be fine living on the water for the rest of my life. It is all I have ever known. I live alone in the cabin my father built for my family in the Everglades, I take my airboat to solid ground when I need anyting and for…show more content… As we’re about to head off onto the water, he reminds me how it has been 15 years since our parents left. Pushing the 15th year of being an orphan out of my head, we take off. Days like today are my favorite, it always reminds me of how things used to be, we have always been so close. The whole day consists of fishing, skiing, and just relaxing in the sun catching cancer and whatnot. As the sun starts to set my brother informs me that there is a storm coming which he knew about days before, but didn’t tell me bacause he didn’t want to ruin my birthday. I get a little sad because I love to watch the sunset on the ocean, but we need to go back home before the storm rolls in. We get about 30 minutes into the ride home and he realizes we were going West instead of East. How could he be so stupid, how could he mess this up? He has been around boats and the ocean his entire life, how could he let this happen? We get turned around but by that time it is way too late and we were going to have to surrender to the storm. What a birthday i’m having
