On a balmy summer evening, Andrew picked us up at the ferry in Caye Caulker. "Kerstin and Melanie, looking for booze? There's a cool bar in the north of the island." We jumped on and headed north. Although it was not very far away we could not resist visiting a few other bars for a drink on the way.
It was already dark when we headed with full speed to the bar. Suddenly an empty beer bottle got stuck in the brakes and we hurtled with full speed onto the footbridge.
We were all able to jump off the cart in the very last moment and the cart plunged into the sea and sank.
Of course we explained the police about what happened. They got their diving goggles and checked if our story was true, but unfortunately only a single part could be found...
Ubyq lbhe oerngu. Lbh'er ybbxvat sbe n pne cneg juvpu vf ABG zrgny.
Vg vf qverpgyl haqre gur cvre.