In typical Jake fashion, the trip is organized in lightning speed, in a matter of days at most, which pass in a flurry of a busy schedule. Before long, we’re heading to the sunny deck of Jake’s father’s yacht.

The yacht is huge; we’re anchored off the shore of the most luscious, secluded beach I’ve ever seen. I’m completely overwhelmed at the beauty of this place. The sun is beating down and there is a gentle breeze of sweet, salty air. It’s truly a paradise haven, complete with palms and white sandy shores.

The crew members are formal and walk around in white uniforms; the captain even wears his hat....