We were shuttled out to the boat where the safety information was explained. After a lot of sign language to ensure that our Japanese friends understood where the life jackets were stored, our captain explained that both levels of the boat were open, and that those who wanted to stay dry and get a good view should go up top, while those who wanted to be closer to the water could stay downstairs, but be warned that you will probably get wet. The Japanese family immediately climbed up the stairs to the top deck (leaving me wondering how they understood the phrase "stay dry" with such ease) so our family took up residence on the bottom. The captain explained that if you stayed back in the seating area, you would probably stay dry, but if you went up to the front railing, you'd best hang on and hold your breath.
That was good enough for me, and I headed for the front rail along with my older two children while Lori and our youngest stayed in the dry area to take some pictures. I have to say that all the warnings were a little over the top however, as the ride out to the area where sea turtles were known to congregate was perfectly smooth. It got a little choppy as we got further out, but we weren't getting anything more than a light misting. Once we got out from the land a little ways, Lori called us to turn around for a picture.
I suppose it could have been coincidence. Lori claims that she didn't know, but usually it's the people in the picture who are supposed to have a giant smile on their face, not the person taking the picture. Just as we turned around to get our picture taken, the ship dipped and we hit our first real wave. I don't know if there's a time when the ocean temperature actually warms up, but I can guarantee you it's not 9am. It felt like somebody threw a bucket of ice on my back and I let out enough of a squeal to attract the attention of the Japanese family on the top deck, probably because my yelp was high-pitched enough to sound like the dolphin they were searching for. In a move that made me wonder why anybody ever argues against stereotypes, they all pointed their cameras at the crazy, wet people at the front of the boat and started taking pictures.