One of two eyewitnesses to witness the start of the storm and whirlpool that destroyed Old Maraqua.
Well, we were just out here, doing a little fishing. It was a beautiful day, there was a soft breeze coming from southeast of us. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. And then, all of a sudden things took a turn for the worse.
That's when I started thinking, "Hey, maybe we should get back to shore." But no matter how hard we paddled, it didn't seem like we were making any progress... the current was just too strong for us.
Luckily, we managed to somehow stay to the left of the whirlpool, and our lives were spared.
Now that I think about it, we were really quite fortunate. You'd have thought that some nasty sea creature would've found and eaten us, but we managed to safely tread water until the Coast Patrol found us drifting offshore the next afternoon.
