Ancil“Are you serious?” Kate said, sounding distressed.
“It’s fine. You’re going to be fine. Just ten minutes.”
The sun beamed down on us and all the other people in the water. The other people in the water were spread out randomly all throughout. There weren’t that many people in the water but there was enough to make me feel safe and by extension, Kate. Because even though I didn’t show any fear of the water, I was a bit skeptical of the safety myself. What if a jellyfish loomed nearby or what if a shark was sneaking up on us? Those things were all possible.
“This is nice,” Kate said after about a minute in the neck-deep water.
“I knew you’d like it in here. It’s pretty chill.”
Everything seemed rather peaceful and quiet as Kate and I just stood there hand in hand. The wind seemed stronger and the waves just rolled through lifting us up a little. With each passing wave, I got closer and closer to Kate until our lips literally bumped into each other. It started off a bit awkward but it progressed into something beautiful and intense; more so with each passing wave. Kate’s hands were tucked behind my neck and mine were beneath the water touching places on her body that I prefer not to say. People were definitely staring at our public display of affection but I didn’t care. Well, I didn’t care till I caught a glimpse of the same little boy who was building sand castles on the sand staring at us with my one open eye. He was in the deep part of the water but he had floaties on and the woman who I assume was his mother was somewhere under the water swimming after she disappeared beneath.
I parted lips with Kate then said, “I’m sorry are we still standing on your ant mound?” I sounded a bit ruder than I had expected.
The boy didn’t answer nor did his stares relent. Kate turned around to the little boy and quickly turned back almost as if she didn’t really care that he was staring. I mean, she clearly had a lot more things to worry about, like giant squids, man-eating sharks, and the dreaded jellyfish.
The woman who I assumed was his mother finally came back up for air.
“Just forget him,” Kate said, turning my head to face her attempting to kiss me but I resisted her kiss.
“I can’t continue with that little boy watching us.”
“Just forget about him,” Kate repeated and kept trying to continue our make-out session but I kept refusing her every time I saw the little boy staring at us, wide-eyed and curious.
“Excuse me, can you stop staring at us please,” I said to the little boy raising my voice only a little to ensure that he heard me over the wind and waves.
“Don’t talk to my son like that,” the woman who was his mother said in a loud and rude tone. “Allyuh foreigners feel allyuh could just come in people country and talk to we like allyuh own the place.”
Well, that escalated quickly.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.
“Allyuh Americans always feel allyuh better than everybody,” the woman said without any intention of being friendly which was weird because my first encounter with a Trinidadian was a friendly one filled with laughter. I jumped to the conclusion that all Trinidadians were friendly based on the way Sheriff was but I was clearly wrong.
“Before you point fingers at other people maybe you should first take a good, hard look at the other three pointing back,” Kate said to the lady.
“Somebody need to teach allyuh some manners,”
“Maybe your son. He clearly has a whole lot of it,” Kate said with clear sarcasm.
