Mom, son, a yacht, a storm. Accidents happen.
Enjoy..
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Two hours ago, it was a good day.
I was with my parents out for a weekend of scuba diving and sun tanning off the coast of Catalina. A much needed weekend of relaxation brought to us through spontaneous means (my pops had cracked a screw and instead of a sports car for his mid-life crisis, he bought a rather big yacht). And so we'd been enjoying the sun after a nice afternoon dive. Armed with margaritas and not a care in the world. That is what I call blissful.
Thirty minutes ago, we received the warning.
Any good sailor knows to check the weather reports before embarking on a trip, and in honesty, we did. There was going to be a slight storm some fifty miles from us, but given our location, the worst we would see would be
