Day 13 feels strange.
Half joy, half goodbye.

The pressure is easing.
Our marine expedition delivered.
But it’s bittersweet.

Day 12.
3/4 of the story in the can.

But we have one day left on the water,
and it was the most ambitious of them all.

Eleven days in.
Weathered.
Exhausted.

And somehow, the best is still ahead.
The moment we’d been building toward.

“The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.”
– Michelangelo

Jar Island isn’t just a location.
It’s a test of ambition.

Our love affair with the Kimberley is getting serious.

With six days left… Are we on track?

During pre-pro, we debate every location.

Time. Budget. Logistics.
Creative payoff.

In production, every minute matters.
I didn’t think Kuri Bay should make the cut.

Dawn till dusk.
The plan is insane.
We have one tide window.

And a reef that literally disappears in hours.

The “Shark!” call immediately wakes us.

A grey nurse shark, circling the Akiko in silence.  
She’s volatile. Magical.

The perfect symbol for this place.

You can’t talk about the Kimberley without talking about the tides.
These aren’t ordinary tides.
They’re wild. Powerful.

So powerful, we built our entire schedule around them.

My stomach is still doing jumping jacks. 
Broome is just a warm-up.

Once we board our vessel, it’s game time.

The Kimberley Coast? That’s our main act. 

I’m kneeling behind a telephoto lens.
Sweat dripping into my eye, whispering…

Just blink.
Just once.

I’m squinting at the GPS in the front seat.
Dave behind the wheel, Chris & Marc in the back.
Drone cases stacked between us like Jenga blocks.

We’re 1 hour late to Roebuck Bay.

I’m standing in the arrivals hall of Broome International Airport.

Gripping my carry-on like it is a flotation device.