Private Beach
June 2nd 2025
The Chasing Destiny set off from West End, Bahamas, heading for Double Breasted Cay. Greg had heard tales of this secluded paradise for years, told by his mom, Evie. “Oh, Gil and I anchored there on our catamaran, the Hakuna Matata, in the nineties,” she’d often reminisce, her eyes distant with happy memories.
The journey was relaxing compared to the previous day. Greg, ever the fisherman, cast his line, enjoying the rhythmic pull and release. He reeled in a few barracuda, their silver scales flashing in the sunlight. He tossed them back with a knowing smile; a beautiful catch, but definitely not one for the dinner table, given the high mercury content. The hours drifted by, each one more relaxing than the last, filled with the salty scent of the ocean and the quiet hum of the boat.
Finally, the silhouette of Double Breasted Cay emerged on the horizon. As they got closer, the sight was breathtaking. Chasing Destiny glided into the calm waters of Sand Cay, at Double Breasted Cay, a perfect crescent of white sand curving out into the turquoise. It was just as Evie had described, a private slice of heaven. The crew, a small and happy band, wasted no time, eager to claim their own secluded beach.
And then there was Katniss. Her delicate paws twitching, the allure of the wet, soft sand was different. Tentatively, she stepped onto the beach, then, with a newfound freedom, not being leashed gave her the golden ticket to explore on her own terms. She began to roam, sniffing at shells and playfully jumping at the retreating waves. Her usually pristine fur was soon dusted with grains of sand, a badge of honor from her island adventure.
As the night approached, a different kind of drama began to unfold. A distant rumble grew louder, and the gentle breeze intensified, whipping into a fierce wind. Within minutes, the sky turned an ominous charcoal, and a massive storm descended upon them. Chasing Destiny, once so stable, was now at the mercy of the raging elements, twirling on its 55-pound Mantus anchor as the winds howled and the rain lashed down. Inside the cabin, lightning flashed with blinding intensity, illuminating every corner as if a thousand camera flashes were going off, turning the boat into an impromptu light show. The night was no longer serene; it was a wild spectacle of nature’s raw power.
