Newbie’s Underwater

June 11th 2025

The sun beat down on the deck of the **Chasing Destiny**, a gentle warmth that Brandy savored. She scrubbed at a stubborn salt stain, her gaze occasionally drifting to the shimmering turquoise water in **Marsh Harbour**. Beside her, Katniss, her trusty little shih tzu, snorted comfortably, occasionally nudging Brandy’s hand with her wet nose for a scratch behind the ears. Katniss wagged her tail, a rhythmic thud against the fiberglass. Even with the ocean breeze, the heat was building, reminding Brandy that both she and Katniss were mini divas when it came to temperature; air conditioning would soon be a necessity.

Brandy straightened up, stretching her back with a sigh of satisfaction. The deck gleamed, reflecting the bright afternoon sky. As she wiped her hands on a towel, a shadow passed beneath the catamaran. Her eyes widened, and she leaned over the railing, Katniss mirroring her movements with an excited whine.

A large sea turtle glided effortlessly through the crystal-clear water, its ancient eyes seeming to view the Chasing Destiny with a look of curiosity. Brandy watched it, mesmerized, as it dipped and turned, its flippers propelling it with a graceful movement. Katniss, usually prone to barking at anything that moved, stood perfectly still, her tail giving only the slightest quiver, as if in awe.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves against the hulls and the soft rustle of the sea turtle as it continued on its journey. It was a perfect moment, a reminder of the endless wonders the ocean held, right here in Marsh Harbour, and the quiet beauty of life aboard the Chasing Destiny. The two newbies had slept below deck, the catamaran gently twirling on her mooring ball, lulling them into a deep, peaceful sleep that felt like they were floating underwater.