Southern Nights 12. – Over the trench.
The crystal clear water was so warm it hardly served to cool down the three passion-driven bodies at all. Not even now as the most intense heat was over.
Now, once the sun had passed it's apex and started a downward journey, it didn't give the same feeling of being roasted alive as they once again sat down on the upper deck to dry the salty water out of their hair.
The sun had now approached the horizon and started painting the vast deep blue scenery in the west in a magnificent myriad of red. Soon every reddish nuance played up all over the skyline as the gloomy profile of Maracolar got darker and turned up its most hostile contour of contained geological rage, seemingly determined to finally scare off the minuscule intruders that so shamelessly trespassed its timeless proximity.
After a while the rental company called them on the radio, and Mary was on to reassure them and make sure to follow their direction on switching on the appropriate lanterns for the upcoming darkness. A little later she even switched on the sonar and called the two others down to have a look.
"See, we're just drifting out over the trench," she told them excitedly, pointing at the green line down at the corner of the screen. "You can just see the edge down here as it slips out of range."
Linda wasn't afraid in any way, but the feeling of awe kept creeping in on her as the sound of a sharp gasping sound from the sea right outside made her jump. Mary smiled at her inexperienced reaction. "Dolphins," she stated flatly as she started ushering her two companions out and back up onto the top deck. "If we're lucky they will start singing for us in a little while."
The light breeze that had cooled them a bit during the afternoon had died down to nothing and left everything completely quiet. The ocean was like a mirror, and the only sound to be heard was the chuckling ripples of water along the boat side every now and then.
Under the slowly swaying light of the lantern Linda went on to bring up another huge pile of towels, making the deck between the chairs a love-nest of itself for the evening's passionate activities.
Soon the dusk with its waning artwork of sunset reds had tuned into complete darkness, and to Linda the atmosphere got much more intimate in some peculiar way. Probably from the fact that the vastness around them had been reduced to little more than the illuminated part of the upper deck right under the lanterns. Even the threatening profile of the volcano vanished into the depth of darkness as the outside world faded away and left the three of them floating alone in the very center of it. Soon the dolphins started their low, lamenting song, like lonely sirens lost somewhere far out in the night, making the experience of nearness to nature almost tangible in its mighty prominence. Linda thought they sounded like a choir of lost mistresses pleading to join them in their peaceful quest for ultimate pleasure.
Life was perfect.
"I don't think I've felt so romantic in years," Angela smiled as she raised her glass to click it with her two companions. "It's like an overdose both of sexual pleasure and awe-striking nature," she added with her short, girlish giggle. "Who could believe it could be so awesome... all of it."
