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in exhaustion and watching the waves crash the shore while restor-
ing my energy. Pure bliss.
The actual ferry ride is nowhere near the peaceful boat trip I’m
hoping for. Thank goodness my Dramamine kicks in because we
aren’t on a slow boat to Serifos, we are on a hydrofoil—a super
high-speed ferry that bounces me off the deck when it hits even the
tiniest wave. It’s named Dolphin something-or-other, but it feels
more like riding a really angry bull. One that can’t wait to shake
every last human off its back.
Riding the bucking bull is bad enough, but one more second of
watching goo-goo eyes and I’m going to lose the contents of my
stomach over the side of the boat. Mom and Damian don’t seem to
notice. They are busy standing close and batting their eyes at each
other. Every so often he whispers something in her ear and she
laughs like a little girl.
“I have to pee,” I announce, more crudely than normal. I fully
intend on actually using the facility until I get in there and am
about to unzip my jeans when the bull hits a ripple and sends me
sidelong into the door. I can only imagine what will happen if I
actually squat in hover position and we hit a real wave. Instead of
tempting fate I decide I can hold it until we find land.
We get to Serifos and spend a few glorious steps on an unmoving
surface while Damian leads us to the chauffeured—is a private
boat driver a chauffeur?—private yacht—yes, yacht—that will take us
the rest of the way to the stupid, ferry-less island.
Does that mean there’s no way off the island unless I have my
own boat? Great, I’m going to be stuck on this stupid island until I
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