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I SWEAR that seal is laughing at me.
I grasped the rock ledge and spat saltwater out of my mouth and shook seaweed from my hair.
I brushed back the wet strands and glanced behind me at the tour boat to see many people smirking and trying not to laugh.
I grasped the ledge tighter, glaring at them, daring them to laugh
I let go of the ledge and struggled through the waves, my wet clothes pulling me down, the salt water blurring my vision as I paddled toward the boat.
I gave them a final glare and got on.