Sitting on deck, with my back to the mast I looked at the horizon. Becalmed and searching for any ripples in the water to betray the winds arrival, I waited. Suddenly hundreds of dolphins rushed past agitated as if the water was boiling. I grabbed the mast for support, fearing falling in. I swear the air pressure changed. Adrenalin mixed with uneasiness shot through my veins.
A few weeks later anchored off a small island in the Pacific Ocean, I finished my morning swim. With half my body in the water hanging from the rope ladder, I paused and looked down. Squadrons of sharks passed directly underneath in the shallow clear water. A wave of calmness overcame me until all of them had passed, only then did I realize I was still in the water.