When we first arrived, the ocean was a scene from a movie — those hazy dreamy colors, pink and gold and cerulean blue. And the fishermen! So friendly, they gave us crabs to eat, the shells of which we spat out onto the sidewalk. But then, a storm. The boat we climbed into was made of shells that leaked water onto our socks. The wind knocked us head over keel; we washed up onto the shore of our motherland. The islands, shy, receded into mist and couldn’t be found again.