My sweet aunt jumped into comfort mode, rubbing my arms and coaxing me to fix my eyes on the horizon. We sang a Carly Simon song, my voice wobbly and thin. It wasn't working. I vomited.
To her everlasting credit, squeamish Aunt Susan held it together, stroking my hair and telling me it was OK. She tried signaling to the boat that we wanted to come in.
We looked down and discovered we were rapidly descending onto a huge school of pale blue jellyfish. Shrieking, we grasped our barf-covered legs, praying we didn't crash into a jellyfish.
At least our legs are cleaned off, Aunt Susan said, trying to make me laugh as we rose again into the sky. Finally, my mom, noticing something was amiss, told the boat guys to come back.
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