We recently met a boat named Flying Cloud. When we were in Punta Chivato (or near there) and we were rocking around a lot so we both moved to San Marcos Island. It was very calm there. When we got there we made pizza. Our oven burns the bottom of what ever you cook in it, but we managed to not burn most of the bottoms. After dinner Jamie and Eileen from Flying Cloud invited us to go snorkeling the next day and to show my dad how to spearfish. He got a Hawaiian sling but we lost the tip for a couple of weeks - it was in the tackle box.

We went snorkeling in a big cave. The cave is so big you could drive a dingy through it. Eileen and my dad got their slings together. Jamie had a spear gun. My mom, Tara and I put our fins on and our snorkels and went back through the cave. We saw a four foot moray eel swimming on the sea floor. We also saw a lot of grouper and some very small fish. I saw a different kind of eel swimming and then the same eel again. When I came back, my mom, Eileen, and Tara where sitting on the rocks and next to them was a bucket with a large grouper in it with a hole in its side about the width of a penny.

"Jamie caught that one," they said and pointed to the bucket. I joined them in the rocks and started digging for shells. We found a bunch of little cowries - they look like little footballs - and seven or eight little hermit crabs.

My dad took me out into the cave again so I could show him what the groupers looked like. But he didn't catch anything but a plastic cup. When we came back Jamie had caught a red snapper and put it in the bucket with the grouper. My mom and Tara saw some lobster so they showed Jamie where they where, but they were too small to eat.

We went back to the boat and we had the fish for dinner while the bees attacked us. Tara got her first bee sting while trying to wash the dishes. Flying Cloud left and we got ready for the trip to San Carlos.