Sure enough, there s a breeze getting stronger as the warm Mediterranean air funnels down the Valley of the Doves to the sea. Your companions become silent. You feel the fear begin to intensify in your tiny craft. In the dark, on the water and the winds are whipping up moment by moment. The waves begin to lift the bow of your vessel.
Clouds blot out the rest of the stars.
It s pitch black. The instructions being yelled to you are lost in the wind. A wave hits from the side and you almost capsize. The boat rears as another surge heaves the boat and you almost tumble over the side. The fear in your chest makes your heart jump into your mouth.