Then the Miss Amazon sank, right there alongside the dock, with Rene bailing as the water closed in over her head.
In soaking clothes, still wearing life jackets, their crash helmets under their arms, Rene and Gale dashed over to the airport and bought tickets on the next flight to the island so as to be in on the fun at the finish.
They climbed aboard the plane and stood there, life jackets on, dripping on the carpeted floor. The stewardess was unable to do anything but blink.
"I understand," said Mama Rene brightly, presenting her ticket, "that these airplanes aren't nearly as safe as boats."