Week 11: Saturday night
Who: Sydni and Davia Where: On a boat, where else? What: An evening outing
Sydni was in a truly dark mood this evening. All the rage and despair she'd been trying to keep locked away was bubbling up at the most recent obstacle in her attempt to continue her research. As if it weren't bad enough that some animal had mauled her, she'd now lost not only her livelihood, but also her passion. She was restless and plain agitated.
Trying to keep her anger at bay, Sydni had sought to satisfy herself by buying some snorkeling gear. Despite her irrational purchase, Sydni was level-headed enough not to be completely foolish. As rebellious as she could be when she became this stormy, she wouldn't put herself in needless danger. Diving at night was foolish, especially alone. And especially when she was supposed to be manning the boat. In all, though, the purchase had only made her more determined to do some diving when it was light; she was more antsy after than before.
Sydni had arrived at the surf shop early, so she could get the boat ready to go underway. Anyone watching would have thought that she had an unusually hot temper. She wasn't being particularly gentle with the equipment, and she her movements were a bit haphazard. Partially, this was a conscious effort of hers to work out some of her frustration. But mostly, it was her emotions getting the best of her.
As things became a bit more settled, including her temper, Sydni stowed away the tequila she had brought. She'd decided not to bring her drink of choice, as she knew her emotions were unpredictable enough without the influence of alcohol. And, to be honest, she wasn't sure she'd stop drinking if she started. She needed to navigate back to shore.
Once everything was in place, Sydni settled onto the deck. Closing her eyes, she tried to put her mind in a settled state. She'd already made the attempt several times today, but each time she'd found herself too antsy to finish. Maybe the lull of the waves would help this time.