The Crossing

June 1st 2025

Leaving the familiar bustle of Las Olas behind, the 17th Street bridge slowly rose, a silent sentinel releasing the Chasing Destiny into the great unknown. The trip began beautifully, with smooth sailing under a gorgeous sunrise that painted the sky in fiery hues. The forecasts had promised a few simple, small squalls , nothing more. But this tranquility was short-lived. The air, thick with humidity, soon carried a more ominous weight as the first massive storm rolled in, far more ferocious than anything predicted.

Inside the cabin, Katniss and Brandy were quickly engulfed in terror. Katniss digging into Brandy’s skin, begging to be held. Greg, ever the rock, kept his composure, letting the crew know that “This girl can take it.”

The Chasing Destiny became a toy in the ocean’s wrath, pitching violently side to side as towering waves tried to swallow them whole. The storm, relentless and unforgiving, chased them for hours, a watery predator refusing to let go. Yet, through it all, Greg’s composure never wavered, his steady presence a silent promise that everything would be okay.

Finally, mercifully, the storms broke. The angry roar of the ocean subsided to a gentle swell, and a sliver of sunlight pierced the clouds. As if on cue, four dolphins appeared, leaping and arcing through the waves, a graceful welcoming committee to the Bahamas. It was a truly a beautiful sight, a testament to the sea’s unpredictable wonder after its fury.

Exhausted but triumphant, the Chasing Destiny slipped into the tranquil turquoise waters of West End, Bahamas. At Old Bahama Bay, relief washed over them. They practically sprinted to customs, eager to beat the closing bell. With formalities done, Brandy grinned. “Time for a Painkiller drink.”