SHIPWRECKED

That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.

We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h