The day started out omnious: dark, thick clouds hung heavy over choppy seas. Seven of us sat and waited for our captain to arrive - hoping the day would not turn out as the previous Saturday had - 10 ft. swells, rain that pelted your skin, sea sickness, and no whale sharks.
Once on the water the seas turned calm and the clouds cleared. An hour out of Isla Mujeres we approached the whale shark feeding area. The captain cut the motor and we sat quietly, waiting and searching the seas for signs of whale sharks.
After just a few minutes word came over the radio of fin sightings just a few miles ahead - and off we went. Soon it was clear we were