Dan and the kids headed back home, with Charlie mumbling "I love dry land" over and over. I wanted to get back out after sharks, but no chance. The sky turned midnight black in the south and the weather radar showed solid red. I stuck it out and tried to catch a mullet in the harbor, which I did not, because mullet hate me. It was time to go back to the beach house. And there we stayed for the next few days, except for occasional runs to the bait store. The whole experience was a pleasant and relaxing break from the office. Even though I did not get any more new species, I caught a bunch of stuff, got to hang out with family and friends, and I got to enjoy the water, the food, and the wildlife. Almost everyone took a turn with the fishing rods, and the week left us with a series of lifetime memories, many of them positive.