The father woke up with the nearly imperceptible sound of the screen door striking the doorframe. He had enough time to see his wife disappear onto the porch before he was rushing to pull her back. Afraid she had made up her mind to walk into the lagoon to join her son, the man rushed after her. She was just at the water's edge when he tightened his hand on her upper arm to pull her away.

"Look," she stated, barely above a whisper as she pointed into the darkness where sky and water met.

The lap-lap of oars striking the water caught the father's attention. Wading into the lagoon, he waited until the skiff was close enough before grabbing the prow and pulling it ashore. Sammy didn't wait for his father to lift him into his arms; the child jumped from the boat into the knee-deep water and waded toward his mother. As Buddy ran circles around the little family, the mother lifted her son into her arms and hugged him close. The man put his arms around his wife and drew her and the boy close into a warm hug.

"Buddy and I camped out under the skiff on Isle el Rayo Bello," Sammy announced to his mother as he wrapped his arms around her neck. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why there were tears in his mother's eyes.