Well, Florida is not an island, and the predominate current would - at the absolute worst - take me to Miami. But I think I'd have to sleep for a week to get there. The waves are warm and rarely so wild as the ones you see in surfing competitions in the Pacific. I've always felt (mostly) loved by the Atlantic, except on her rare and moody days - and perhaps she's only warning that her loyalty lies with the sharks, but at least she's kind enough to warn anyone who listens.

Oh, ouch - good Lord! That could leave scars. Jellyfish scare me, too. I saw the angry, purple scars that spiraled a lifeguard's leg, once. He'd seen a little boy pick up a Portuguese Man o' War by the float, and shouted at him to drop it. Instead, the child flung it backwards - at the lifeguard. He said that the child was unhurt, but he dropped to the sand screaming and had to be taken to the hospital by the beach rescue folks. He was just lucky that they came along when they did. We usually just had that one season of "Kewpie Dolls" - those tiny little things that sting like wasps and float up onto the shore by the thousands, but it doesn't happen often, and as I recall was when the weather was cold, anyway. More of a hazard for walking the beach, than anything.