It started out like any other Saturday, four couples were loading up the yacht for a weekend cruise. There was Weston and Jenny, the newlyweds. Mario and Lauren, the newly dating.
Ivan and Katya, the high school sweethearts. Lastly, Simón and Devon, the edgy couple. The yacht belonged to Devon. Her father was a CEO and when he passed all he left her was the boat. She hated him for it, so she invited all the people he hated to use it every single weekend to spite him.
Devon also had been dating Simón as an act of revenge. He was a muscular caramel skinned man from Venezuela. He father was a known racist and she never had a problem dating outside her race. It didn't help that he had two full sleeves and most of his torso tattooed. He was perfect in her eyes, it only made things better when she found out daddy didn't approve. Her friends fell into a similar category.
That's why she always smirked when she was first embarking on every trip. This trip was no different. She also made a toast to his death every night. However, she wouldn't get a chance this time.
The eight friends danced on the upper deck while the September sun shone on them. They were celebrating another week they'd survived. They all joked about how one day they'd finally quit and move to some Caribbean island to retire. Specifically, because they were living in South Florida which was basically the Caribbean already.
They'd been out since before dawn and now they were about an hour from dusk.
They had aimed for the Bahamas but hadn't gotten there yet, which was odd since they should have, a couple hours ago. Simón walked up the the captain's deck and hugged her from behind while whispering "Mi amor, why haven't we docked yet? We usually are drinking tequila at Nassau by now."
"I think something was miscalculated in the autopilot. I'm looking at the readout now." She replied.
"I'm just getting a bit worried, that's all." He murmured.
"I am too. Ok, now I see the problem. I mixed two of the numbers up. We are more northeast facing than we should have been. Tomorrow I'll set it to take us home. For now, let's party like it is a beach!!" She exclaimed.
We all went below deck and had a great time. Although, before we could break out the tequila she heard heavy winds. She quickly went up on deck to see a massive storm approaching.
"Shit!! This is why I was going to leave Nassau early. There was a tropical storm coming in from Africa and I wanted to be in Florida before it hit. Looks like I drove right into it. Grab everything that isn't secured and bring it below deck now!!" Devon screamed.
They rushed around pulling everything up and running it downstairs. Katya yelled "There's a huge wave over there!"
That was the last thing they heard on the boat. After that, the storm took them and moved them. By morning they'd all ended up on so island probably off the coast of The Bahamas.
