Black Seagulls, Witch Moths and going Feral before Sunrise

Somewhere between a cruising-couple Instagram fantasy and a survival documentary, I find myself wandering a pitch-black beach whispering “Doo peepee” to a dog in a life jacket while giant moths colonize our boat. This is not the glamour I was promised—this is better.

Black Seagulls,  Witch Moths and going Feral before Sunrise
"Ken had misplaced the boat. Trying to act casual, he looked around, hoping to spot it before he had to confess to his Admiral". November 13, Crooked Island, Exumas