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  • The marina was deserted since the volcano off the coast of Il Hierro went back to sleep. The bubbling ocean had drawn crowds of scientists, all gone now that Mother Nature is taking her nap. The fishing fleet was in for repairs and maintenance since the eruptions had killed off all the fish. The eerie quiet was broken by the rubbing of the boat against the dock and the wind howling. Squealing rubber against cement sent shivers up my spine. I held onto my mate as the gusts of wind buffeted me from the east, keeping me from taking a photograph. I felt tiny amidst the power of the sea and the wind. Humbled in my humanity.

    This group of adventurers aboard the Atlantic Explorer were getting ready to set out for the open sea. They were arguing about something but I couldn't hear as the wind caught their words and flung them into the sky. Brave souls, they were, risking the choppy swells and the angry wind. I wished I could have gone with them and been an Atlantic Explorer myself, but I can't swim and would be seasick certainly within a half hour. I wish I were confident like the sailor pulling in the rope.
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