We continued out into the open ocean. A giant seal finally slipped past, but they are easily spooked and the seal dove beneath the water before any of us could really get a good look at it. From everyone’s faces (and the retching we heard from some unfortunate passenger on the lower deck), I could tell we were all afraid this trip had been a mistake. An expensive mistake. We chatted in the beginning, then less, then lapsed into silence.
Except for me. I was still periodically crunching my chips.
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