The first stop was to swim with the sharks. While the captain’s mate poured fish guts into the water, they darted around us biting into the remnants. Reef, Lemon, Black Tip, and Sand Sharks all swirled under our feet. Our daughter, Bella, squirmed uncomfortably, wrapping her arms and legs around her Daddy while we peered through our goggles at them.
The next stop in the shallows the sting rays like black Labradors, engulfed us before wrapping their wings around our chests as we squatted in the three-foot water, feeding them.
After that, we found a pod of dolphin hunting for fish and jumped in with them. We watched under the water, amazed at how they worked as a team hunting the school.
Our last stop, we anchored at “No Name Cay,” to swim with the hogs. We fed the hogs bread along the beach. After a few minutes, I let down my guard—they were pigs after all. Bella left my side and meandered to the edge of the water. I saw the largest male turn and single her…