*Shelby*

We made port just as the sun was rising. I’d barely noticed that the yacht had stopped moving until I looked out of the large windows of our stateroom. I quickly realized that one side of the ship's view was all land.

“Where are we? I asked Michael, who was just returning to our room with a tray full of breakfast.

“We’re in the Florida Keys on a little island with an amazing private resort,” he said with a ...