As he finally boarded the boat with his last catch the rain had hit. We watched the massive squall roll across the water with its fury as it stirred up the once smooth sea to a totally different creature ! All around us was a thick shield of rain with zero visibility. I quickly grabbed for my life vest and my rain parka. We huddled under the center console area as we have an open bow boat. As the wind and rain continued to get worse I had visions of us capsizing. Even with reassurance from my husband I still had thought the worse. I was shaking and sopping wet as I clung onto his drenched towel. We couldn't fight it-he said we just had to sit there and wait it out. All the time I kept wondering how long we would be out there.
Well, after about forty-five minutes the storm did let up . As we looked around we could see all of these other boars that must have stopped also . God knows what kept them all from running into us or each other. Heading for home the lingering light rain felt like stinging pellets on my face as we raced for our dock.
And for the conch, it is now on the stove in a pot. I don't like conch and even if I did I don't think I would eat this batch.