It had been raining for three days. I had no skin left on my knees, between my legs, around my waist, in my armpits, or on the top of my head. My nipples were bloody nubs. I was covered in blisters. The severe sting of the saltwater on the open wounds was a nice touch as well. Oh, and my elbow was, of course, still fractured. One of my buddies who was in my crew actually had two broken shins—but he suffered through the extreme pain in silence so he could finish Hell Week.
