Hindsight Being What It Is

They lost sight of land about twenty minutes out. Lost is probably not the right word, since they intended to leave the dry world behind. Time for some independence, living by their wits. All the provisions they would need, extra batteries and gasoline, enough food for the season, plenty of clothes, more than enough alcohol, even a generous collection of medical supplies for an impromptu appendectomy or two. They were prepared. Weather, entertainment, all situations and conditions. Except for that one enormous killer whale that decided to launch itself on top of the yacht, splintering their plans, and leaving them adrift at sea. In hindsight, maybe they should have thought to bring a cell phone or two.