In the meantime, Dois was in a rousing conversation about our travels with the other officers while I tried to hide the fact that I felt like I was going to implode. They were so incredibly nice and I kept waiting for them to drop the hatchet. A few minutes more minutes passed and they shut the binder, placed it back in the large fishing net along with our passports and pushed our "life" back to us across the watery divide of the two boats.
And that was it, the end of my criminal exploits in Mexico. We said thank you way too many times and started to get ready to cast off when the officer in charge said "Please wait". Oh no, we almost got away. He put a clipboard in the net and passed it over. He said "Please sign this document". I was sweating bullets and leaned over to see what it said. It was all in English and it basically said "we were treated fairly and none of our rights were violated". Rights? We have rights? We had completely screwed up and these folks wanted proof that they treated us fairly. And off they went and I shook for about an hour.