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The wind whips through my hair as the gleaming new fiberglass speedboat accelerates out of the calm bay and into open waters, striped in shades of turquoise, in defiance of the name. Surveying the horizon, there’s not a single other boat in sight. The Red Sea is our proverbial oyster. The sun rose just a few hours earlier, and now offers a kiss of heat before my Galexea dive instructor and I zip up our wetsuits and plunge into the cool azure depths.
