Southern Nights 12. – Over the trench.
The crystal clear water was so warm it hardly served to cool down the three passion-driven bodies at all. Not even now as the most intense heat was over.
Now, once the sun had passed it's apex and started a downward journey, it didn't give the same feeling of being roasted alive as they once again sat down on the upper deck to dry the salty water out of their hair.
The sun had now approached the horizon and started painting the vast deep blue scenery in the west in a magnificent myriad of red. Soon every reddish nuance played up all over the skyline as the gloomy profile of Maracolar got darker and turned up its most hostile contour of contained geological rage, seemingly determined to finally scare off the minuscule intruders that so shamelessly t
