We continued to snorkel for another hour, came back to the beach and Mike announced that he had no car keys. Quite confident that leg pulling was afoot, I refused to believe his first earnest announcements. Eventually, he convinced me he’d actually lost the keys. In a national park in the Turks & Caicos at the bottom of the ocean.
It was 5:30pm and the car rental place was closing any minute. We ran up the beach and borrowed a cell phone from someone to call them for replacement keys. I then waited by the car for the new keys while Mike sheepishly offered to take one more snorkel to look for the keys. Against monumental odds, spiny lobsters and swirling currents, lo and behold he FOUND the keys. He practically walked on water from one end of the beach to the other, hooping and hollering, fins in one hand and keys in the other. Unbelievable!!