"Yeah, that's, like, my utimate vacation destination," Des said with a wide grin. He'd been wanting to go there ever since he was a little kid. "One day I'll get there."

He laughed as he got out of the car and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "The sand is beautiful, the water is crystal clear, it's paradise." He grabbed Michael's bag and then moved to pick up the cooler.