Location: Prickly Bay, Grenada

7 am- Sun began to peep through the clouds…bye bye rain
8 am- Fresh watermelon, moldy oatmeal, cheerios, and Nutella, lots of Nutella to keep us sane

9 am- Seamanship class with a little trigonometry, thankfully we had Lucy, the mathematician
10 am- Learned to tie sailor knots, now we are all practically knot magicians

11 am- To our private island we go ( Glover island a small uninhabited island off of Grenada ), where whale blubber was once boiled for oil
12 am- We explored amongst the goats and green grasses on the nearly untouched island soil

1 pm- Leadership class on Glover Island with some rare time for self-reflection
2 pm- Later we found some dried up sharks, fresh coconut meat, and many shells of perfection

3 pm- Some of us showered while others (Devi, Matt, Olivia, Steph, Steve and me) went searching for fish and a big stingray
4 pm- Ahoy! We swam and dove to find eels, pufferfish, coral, on the seafloor they lay

5 pm- Hunter juggled two bottles of shampoo and Devi’s newfound treasure a tennis ball
6 pm- Later the ball flew off the deck, but have no fear lifeguard Matty stripped off his shorts jumping to the rescue, a hero to all

7 pm- Chef Wiggy and Sous chef Elle whipped up some bean burgers, content with full tummies we laughed and we cried, and some of us sighed… I’m getting tired; this poem is getting weird

Steve has a really cool beard.

The End,
Kelsay