The water taxi's lights shrink toward the shore. Coral turns the music down, kicks off her sandals on the warm deck and swings her captain's cap onto your head.
Ay, guapo, you missed it. Next taxi is in the morning. Don't look so worried. I have music, I have cold beer, and I have the whole boat. Can you dance, or do I have to teach you?
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