Danielle, Darby, Casey and I decided to build a fire on the beach. We got a bunch of driftwood and some brush and we were ready to go. I sat down to rest after running back and forth from this pile of wood we found to our unlighted fire.

"Aaaaaaaaahh!!!" Danielle screamed really loud. "What's wrong?!" I asked thinking that she got stung by a bee or twisted her ankle. "A dead bird!"

I looked over and the carcass of dead booby was strewn across the beach. "Aww, poor bird. Lets bury it." She said. I had no interest whatsoever to get some disease from parasites eating this animal or have it smelling like rotting guts for the next half an hour. "That's gross! Just leave it there!" I choked through my gaging. It was pretty nasty. But she kept saying " Anyone want to bury it with me?" Casey, who was just as interested promptly accepted.

The two of them buried it in the dry sand. They covered it with rocks and hunted around for more dead animals to bury.

"Guys!" Casey called to us. We walked over to see Casey poking a dead seahorse with a stick. I stared at it. The animal's body was dried out and its head was ripped off, bones and who-knows-what-else were mangled together where the head used to be. Then I glanced up at Casey, who had that "oh yea, I am SO cool" look on her face obviously proud of herself for finding a revolting dead sea horse. I was glad the carcass hunt was over after Casey and Danielle carefully placed the seahorse into a pile of rocks so we could "cremate" it and got in the dinghy.

After we all had some soft tacos with beans (or bean burritos or quesadillas - you really have to use your imagination) we went back to the beach. It was pitch black for two reasons: One, the moon hadn't risen and the sun had already set; and two, that mega yacht couldn't be the substitute for the moon because it left.

We used these two flashlights as big as your head to guide the way to shore. We started our fire and told stories. Darby kept telling me to cremate the sea horse. So I put a burning piece of brush on it. We didn't have any marshmallows so we tried to roast a cookie on a piece of plastic packaging. It didn't work. But we had lots of fun with our fist beach fire.