Although the boys would like nothing more than to be with their cousins 24/7, we explain that it’s their family vacation and that we need to give them some space. We have errands to do (e.g., laundry, replacing the severed dock and dinghy lines) and then go on a hike out to Jeremy Point. We see seals and collect lots of cool rocks. We get back to the marina and dinghy out to where the boat is tied up to a mooring ball. We motor in to the dock to fill up the water tanks and get a pump out. Matt’s brother and family come to see the boat.
After the two-minute tour we all go out to dinner together, during which Matt proposes two toasts: one to family, the other to me. Mine goes something like this: “To Mom, because this may be our last dinner with her.” On the walk back to the boat, he says something about shark bait. The boys chant “Mom … is … shark bait. Mom … is … shark bait. Shark bait, shark bait” in unison as they march in time all the way back to the marina. I smack Matt and say this is not helpful. I’m already nervous enough. “What?” he says. “Isn’t this about facing your fear? We’re just helping you with the fear part.”