That’s what Brendal said to me as he loaded Ed’s snorkeling gear and welcomed him aboard.

“He won’t be the same but he’ll be okay,” Brendal smiled.

“And you, that’s a big mistake you’re making, missing this trip!”

He waved at me and the dog on land.  I couldn’t find someone to watch Ziggy so I had told Ed to go without me.

Brendal is the famous, or should I say infamous, dive master for Green Turtle Cay.  The locals talk about his womanizing exploits, our server at Lizards said he had even been accused of rape. 

Brendal?  He’s in his late 60’s but is unbelievably fit.  His wife Mary works with him at the dive shop.  She must have a clue.

He has run his adventure tours here for 25 years.  Snorkeling, diving, partying on the beach – they’re all included in the day long tour.

Ed’s boat left about 10 am with a dozen people aboard.  When I met him at 4 pm the same boat was full of dancing party-ers – same people?

Yeah, I think they were.  Ed was the quietest one on the boat. He told me later they had all the rum drinks they wanted.  

And Brendal’s first mate speared 10 lobsters off the beach where they planned to picnic.  They grilled those bad boys right there on the beach and the group enjoyed lobster, shrimp and salad for lunch.  

Brendal flirted with the girls but Ed was safe.  Although Ed was not thrilled about Brendal’s speedo swimsuit.

Ziggy and I spent the day on the beach reading Dan Brown’s “Deception.”  Great book, relaxing day.

And not too much rum punch.