They called to say they couldn't see the mainland

They called to say they couldn’t see the mainland. It was raining so hard on our return to Viti Levu, the captain called Caqalai for advice. We spent Prophet Muhammed’s birthday weekend snorkelling, diving and crown-of-thorn-spearing on a tiny little island off the east coast, where Rae’s friend is a dive instructor. Someone would blow a conch shell like a horn to let us know when meals were served but otherwise we lost all sense of time.