The boat was supposed to leave near Cefalu, then head to the islands. Not that Jack could say but he knew the
Blue Man
would be there.
The boat was smaller than he thought. It seemed less like a tour, and more like someones cousin was filling in for someone else.
Regardless it was nice. The guy knew what he was doing, he drove fast then near the coves he would take them to nice spots. It was a weird boat. Greg, and Jack and then a family who didn't swim.
They had two kids with them that liked speaking English to them.
The parent's didn't speak english or Italian it seemed. The kids translated everything.
"Volcano volcano volcano" The kids would say.
That was where there final destination was. They would stop at Stromboli first to fill up the boat.
"You get seasick?" Jack said.
"Never." Greg said.
However he looked worse for wear. Or something was off. Jack wondered after they parted last night why he was alone here.
Then Jack saw it, out in the distance a small island grew into a mountain, and the driver pointed so everyone could see.
