“If you love me, stop paddling!” I couldn’t see John behind me, but I knew he was working steady and fast. Ahead was the Coron Island crown-shaped rock—our destination. But directly between us and the island was a huge passenger ferry, and we were headed straight for it.

“Please!” I shrieked again in desperation, “Stop paddling!”

“No! Keep going!” my husband yelled back. “We’re not gonna hit it, trust me!”

Trust! Wasn’t that what marriage was all about? Yet right now, I was reluctant to let John have mine. We were in a two-seater kayak, attempting to reach Coron Island, and return before sundown. We wanted to see the mysterious Kayangan Lake, swim in it, and have a grand, romantic time. If we don’t get swallowed up first by a giant ferry, I thought.

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