Sunseeker Hawk 38

I slide two small throttles forward and we shift into gear. I look down at the red kill cord secured tightly around my right leg and then back up at the deeply stacked 2- to 4-foot chop ahead of the orange sunpad. I turn around to make sure the others aboard are seated with their trays up and their seatbacks in the upright position. Put away all oversized electronics. The company captain gives me a nod; the seatbelt sign is on and we’re cleared for takeoff.

G-forces immediately push me deeper into the plush helm seat as the boat lunges forward. Acceleration is instantaneous and our speed skyrockets; part of me wants to slow down, a bigger part wants to push on. . We reach cruising altitude,