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It was midday and the world was ghost-quiet apart from the burbling of water against the hull and suddenly with a thundering sound from the engine and a scream from the deckhand (in Egyptian Arabic), “Sink or swim” the yacht jumped to life. Our group which did not understand the language, turned to our Egyptian hosts, who, laughing at our confusion and told us it meant, “someone will either sink or succeed in their task.” Making the formidable task ahead no easier. But snorkeling was not the reason I had embarked on this six-week-long trip but rather capturing a memory which showed me what happiness looked like with a click of shutter. And that click happened on that yacht. Already being late to the meetup, my breath was still returning to me as the engine roared and the boat jerked ahead throwing me softly against the rail. The first reaction I had was not to steady myself but to grab the person next to me, the subject to a priceless memory I would permit to film that very day. As I slowly struggled to balance her and myself on the first deck of the 400 feet yacht, I looked back to the dock we had just sailed off, heart thumping faster and faster as we kept on moving ahead. The deckhand quickly rushed past, slightly brushing against me, screaming like a deaf man not acknowledging that he has no control on his volume, “Take shoes off. Off.” Bending down I picked up my slippers and asked for hers placing them in the swim bag I was carrying. As I did this, I looked back again, the wooden walkways of the marina shimmering in the midday sun, glistening with the water that splashed onto it. A strange and peaceful feeling hit me as the lapping of the waves soothed me and the anxiety of the task ahead made me uneasy. As our overly excited teenage group got reoriented and took in the serene beauty of the endless, undulating variations of blue waves of the sea, the heavy-set snorkeling instructor climbed onto the deck with our sea-hardened yacht captain. The trainer quickly ran through the safety protocols for snorkeling around coral reefs and introduced us to the gear that we would be using for the day. As soon as the briefing concluded we started bustling around to find our sizes, being in our swimwear while leaving our hotel room. The deck was abuzz with a mix of excited and anxious laughter and chatter as we drew closer to our first dive zone. Just as we reached the dive zone the captain shut the engine off, and the lullaby of the sea waves overwhelmed our ears. I moved to the stern of the boat, had the first mate check my life jacket, stared down into the deep blue, held back my breath and jumped in feet first. A second of disorientation and then all calm as I floated beneath the waves. I looked ahead, through my goggles, and saw her floating looking towards the majestic and jagged corals. During a twenty-minute swim along the picturesque reef experiencing breathlessness while lungs full of oxygen we laid eyes upon countless, brilliantly colored fish, after which we moved to the next dive zone. Once dry and changed out of our swimsuits the both of us moved to the hull of the boat and enjoyed the steady bouncing of the yacht through the waves we took in the beauty. Steadying herself she got up and moved to the bow. I reached down to my camera and pulled the eyepiece up to my face. Focused and… Click There it was. It was her standing at the bow, in her ruffled pajamas, hair open, blowing in the air all tangled up and wet. She turned around and in that fraction of the second as I pressed the shutter I knew, without having seen, that I had captured her true moment of happiness. Where all past and future problems were gone and she was there in that very moment the happiest woman in the world. Capturing her true moment of happiness led me to my true moment of happiness.