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Off for a day on the water
With pleasure behind a mast
Two friends and I set sail
Aboard a sleek rented craft

Set course across Ventura Channel
Santa Cruz Island casts a spell
Sun bores down on bare shoulders
Luminescent sea foam swell

Point up the strong wind
Watch it fill the sail
Hull heels hard over
Hold fast to the rail

Steer across point of wind
Sails begin to luff
Towards the island we tack
Seas are getting rough

Cutting through the crests
Down into the breach
Island looms just ahead
We’ll make it in this reach

According to the chart
We find the sheltered cove
Anchor in calm waters
To seek the hidden trove

Masks snorkels fins are donned
Three guys plunge over the side
If the stories are really true
In this cove giant Bat Rays hide

Swim into clear shallow water
Seeing nothing but silty bottom
Our hopes begin to falter
Should the stories be forgotten ?

I wipe the fog from my mask
While pausing to reconnoiter
Now we swim slowly forward
Examining the bottom a little closer

Finally seeing something different
We spy silt covered bumps
In a regularly spaced pattern
Hell ! What are those huge humps ?

Something eerie begins to stir
Forming clouds of silt so near
Tips of fins emerge
And the strangest eyes appear

Wingspan of nearly two meters
Disturbed creatures take flight
Long tails with venomous spines
Their faces a frightful sight

Paralysed in fear
If only we could run
Bat Rays cruise slowly past us
Our minds completely stunned

Now our fright is becalmed
As we return to our craft
Satisfied we saw what we came for
Afterwards we had a great laugh

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Channel_Islands_of_California