Three personal watercraft zoomed across the crystal blue waters from Miami, Florida to the island of Bimini, a journey of some 50 miles which takes a couple of hours depending on the weather.
The front rider, on her Waverunner Cruiser, was Amanda Sutton, the eldest of the three Sutton sisters, at 22 years of age. She was clad in a white one-piece swimsuit, although the splendid figure it revealed was obscured by a sleek, bright-yellow lifevest.
Flanking her on the left was her sister, Chelsea , wearing a blue one-piece, and on Chelsea’s right was her twin, clad in red, Stacy. They were both 20 years old, riding Sea-doo RXTs, also wearing yellow lifevests.
The three sisters wore headsets and chatted between themselves as they drove across the ocean, riding in formation and keeping their eyes open for any interesting marine life that might cross their path.
Their watercraft were the top of the line, equipped with compasses, fresh water containers, transponders, repair kits, and enough horsepower to get them as far as they wanted to go, as fast as they wanted to get there.
When they reached North Bimini, they pulled into the harbor, tied up their PWCs at the pier, presented their identification to customs, and then walked into the harbor building where they were greeted with hugs by their parents.
They arrived at their home, and the three young women went around back to where several outdoor shower heads awaited them. Before they could start to take their showers, two of the three women stopped in shock. Their parent’s yacht, a 35-footer, had at one time been painted white. Now all of a sudden it was bright yellow, and the name had been changed to the Scylla and Charybdis.
“What’s going on?” demanded Chelsea.
“I know,” said Amanda. “It’s not fair. Scylla and Charybdis…that’s only two sea monsters. I wanted it to be the Sirens, or the Sea Hags, or even the Sea Witches, but Mom insisted on Scylla and Charybdis. You and Stacy will have to decide which of you is which.”
“You mean…they’re giving us their boat?”
“Yep. Us as in all three of us, mark you.”
“Yes, of course, Amanda, you’re the captain as always! But, they’re giving us their boat???”
“Yes, and the business. We are now officially freelance divers. Have scuba tanks and boat, will travel.”
“Oh, my god,” said Stacy, “This is like the best birthday present ever.”
“It gets better,” said Amanda. “There’s a cake inside. Made in the shape of a galleon…dad IM-ed me the pictures. It looked delicious, and I’m starving. Let’s go!”
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