I SMELLED THE AIR- SALT AND SMOG BOTH FILLING MY NOSTRILLS AT THE SAME TIME...
FROM MY VANTAGE POINT I COULD SEE MOST OF THE YAGHTS- THEN THE BREAKTHROUGH I WAS HOPING FOR.
A MAN BUILT LIKE ROCK (AND JUST AS HARD) CAME WALKING DOWN THE JETTY TOWARD ONE OF THE YOUGHTS. AS HE NEARED ON NAMED THE "FLIPPER" HE LOOKED AROUND NERVOUSLY AS IF TO MAKE SURE NO- ONE WAS LOOKING.
HE GOT ON BOARD AND DISSAPEARED FROM SIGHT AS HE ENTERED THE CABIN.