We didn’t pay attention to the coaxing of our guide, urging us with a smile on his face to come back, that it was getting dangerous. How can it be dangerous on a deserted island in paradise, where the beach is unpeopled, the sun is shining and the sea invites you to take a dip. We’ve been here a few hours and nothing has changed. The weather is making us ever more relaxed. The wind held its breath and the sea grew calm. Idyllic. Tranquility. When the guide urged us once again to come back, the smile disappeared from his face. Above our heads the sky turned pitch dark. The sound of silence grew louder. It resonated in our heads like a bell after a heartbeat. The calm before the storm. The little boat we’d come in started dancing on the waves. Up and down, a wall of water, up and down, a wall of water. Our captain and guide no longer smiled. He was battling against the boiling sea as we fought our own fear. The water that had soothed us a moment ago was now terrifying, wanting to devour us. The beginning and end of life.