On our way to the point, we climbed through spiky bushes, stepping on sharp rocks and holding the branches out of our way. There was an unclear path to the top as it inclined up the hill. We saw jet skis parked at the beach and some parked at cave systems that were interlocking into the rocks. As we made our way up we heard fewer voices. After 10 minutes of climbing we finally reached the top. Looking down 45 feet into the water, we watched the waves crash against the rocks. The water was endless and clear. The turquoise water reflected the rays of sunlight creating glares of light.

We got prepared for cliff-jumping while watching the sun slowly fall. Before I knew it I heard a rumbling of rocks and I turned my head to see my friend plummeting towards the crashing water. It was such a far drop but he split the water within seconds. I crept towards the edge of the sloped cliff, watching the water rise and lower as it connected with the wall of rocks. Now it was my turn. I took a deep breath, then jumped. It felt endless, as if I would never stop dropping. I could see the boulders below spinning as the waves moved over and around them. I could feel the air pushing against me blowing straight past into me, then all of a sudden I broke the water with a splash.