We were not quite out into the ocean, but still in the bay when the boat just stopped.

I continued to drift higher and higher, until I was directly above the boat.

Looking down, I really couldn't understand what happened and motioned for them to start moving again.

I wanted to move and glide through the sky and not just hang there.

I said to myself, "well just give it a few minutes."

I looked around, taking in the scenery. The ocean was a beautiful blue, there were sailboats and little motorboats going out into the ocean from the bay. There were mountains in the background and as I turned to my right, there was our cruise ship.

I was looking down on the cruise ship. Down onto the top where the big red X for a helicopter landing is and where the passengers aren't supposed to go.

It suddenly hit me, that I was really high up. . . high up in the sky - and still not moving!

I hung there high in the sky, sometimes dropping enough so that I could have seen into one of the suites on the top floor of the ship, and then I'd float higher up again.

I looked down at the boat and saw the crew huddled around the dashboard. This boat had an inboard motor, so it started with a key on the dashboard. I really had no idea what was going on.

With the boat still not moving, time seemed to stand still. I started to get scared and even though I knew no one could hear me, I started to yell, "Get me down!"

Every once in a while, one of the crew members would look up and I would make large pointing motions with my arm.

I'd extend my arm as far up as possible, point my finger up to the sky and then swish. . . .swiftly point my finger down to the ocean, hoping they'd get the message. As my fear increased, I started doing this even when the crew was not glancing up.

Every time I started to freak out I would yell and point. Point up. . . SWISH. . . point down - then "Get me down!" Then I would chastise myself because I knew I was being ridiculous. "No one can hear me! Duh"