Story of the Week

Sitting poolside with The Peach and Sheena points out an older gentleman with a big ass gauze bandage on his forearm, thinking "ewww, I really hope he didn't put that gross bloody sore in the swim-up-bar pool".



She says "OMG! I wonder what happened. I chatted to him the last couple of days before you got here and he's such a nice man". So she swims thong-side up over to him to get the scoop. Sheena the eternal realist figgers he just fell his drunk-ass off a table or something, but when she swims back aghast, I wonder if maybe it was something more serious.



"He went on the day-trip to Dolphin Cove with about another dozen people...They spotted a small sized shark...Everyone else was able to get the hell out in time, but because of his disability he didn't make it and got bit". Holy cripes. Sheena had never met someone who had been bitten by a shark before and made an effort to introduce myself, because well, not a lot of people I know can say that they know someone bit by a shark, really.



He described the story, and we felt bad, and protective of him, and admired his strong and calm wife.



The next day, his experience was the buzz of the shooter bar. "Poor Guy!" Wow! I was going to do the Dolphin Swim but no way now! You're right, I should cancel my booking! Geez, that guy's L-U-C-K-Y!!"



And then his wife swims by, getting a refill on strawberry daqs. And we comment on their strength and resolve and wonderful spirit, still having a lovely time despite the extreme close call. And she looks at The Peach, tilts her head somewhat quizically and carefully asks... "You didn't actually believe that tale of his, did you"...



Turns out he did in fact fall on his ass, gouging his arm and cracking a rib or two, but no where near any fins. So next time I swam by him I bared my teeth, saying "be nice or I'll bite you too". And asked what other parts of the struggling Jamaican economy he was going to wreck next.