100 feet away I watched the smugglers struggle to get over the jagged stones, collapse onto the wet sand, expel salt water from their lungs and pray to whatever gods they believed they had reached shore alive.
Frank De Libre was the youngest and most sober on the galleon. Swimming for freedom, literally. Kidnapped two years beforehand from his parent's home, watched his tutor die trying to save him.
I could see everything as the images appeared like a slide show. This was the fifth time I had undergone hypnosis and finally my lifetime of phobias had been explained.
Coincidentally, my name is also Frank. I had been homeschooled. So many similarities. Not that my wife accepted them. She thought I was out of my mind paying so much to Dr Roberts. Synchronicity she believed was that he had the same name as the Captain of the galleon.
I didn't care. I was cured.
100 feet away.