Hurricane Dorian, I’m still here!

Humans are such complicated creatures!

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Good morning! Hurricane Dorian just passed us here in Florida, with nothing more then a light rain. We had days to prepare, and even put the boat on the hard. It has seven stands under it and four straps securing it to the ground.

The shutters on my land-home were installed with teak grills, (Extra boat parts), installed to view through them, and allow air-ventilation. Fortunately, none of this was necessary.

The Bahamas took the hit, as we have all witnessed on the TV. Being a sailor, I monitor the comments and pictures from other sailors, and island residents, with considerably more validity then the media.  Already, sailors are organizing material and labor from all over the world to help restore the Bahamas. Word from the island is to wait, for the rebuild. It’s too early.

The best thing I heard in their conversations was  between people still on the islands and people that evacuated and still own property in the Bahamas. They were telling the surviving residents that if their business or property was still there, use anything they need. If it has a roof, use it for shelter. Consider anything that I own, community property.

Humans are such complicated creatures. David Alexander

 

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My new book, Longue Duree, Extending Life, also starts with a hurricane.

Interior decorator, creative lover, from the new book, Longue Durée, Extended Life

She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.

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Sometimes, characters are real.

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I had still not recovered from Lottie. She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.

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I pulled my shirt tail out in the elevator and walked across the hallway to my condo. When I went inside, everyone was sitting in the living room.

Bark! Bark! KoKo broke the silence, ran into the foyer, and jumped into my arms. The first person I saw was Judy, and her eye contact with me said a lot. I prepared for war, as I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Celia was standing on the far side looking toward the bar in the kitchen. As I stepped into the room and looked back, I saw the problem.

“Lottie!” I froze in my tracks.
She had shown up dressed to seduce. It was obvious that she knew me well, as she wore black stockings, heels, and a short dress. If I know Lottie, there was nothing else. She smiled at me as she contained a laugh.
I looked at Celia, who sat waiting to see how it all played out.
Lottie stood and walked to me seductively. She put her hands on my hips and kissed me lightly.
“I should have called first. I’m sorry to have interrupted.” Her eyes got watery. She looked at Celia and shrewdly stared her up and down.
“It was good to meet you, Celia. I wish I had more time, but I have to go.” She turned and looked deep into my eyes. She walked past me on the way out and ran her hand across mine as she passed. She didn’t look back.
I watched her as she left, and when I turned back to Celia, she had gone. I heard the bedroom door slam.

Lottie, is a real person. She appears through many of my books, adding a little spice to the chapters. She is, in fact, an interior decorator with her own business. Lottie and Louis have known each other for fifteen years, and have always had a on-demand, relationship, in my books. In this book, some of Lottie’s deep feelings surface.

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I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
“Lottie.”
“Oh, here it comes, the ‘Dear Jane’ letter!” She smiled at me. “You are too dramatic with this sort of thing. Let me help you out! You have met your soul mate, Celia, and have plans of making a future together with her. You are probably going to eventually get married, and as much as you just love fuckin’ me, I’m not wife material.” She got very serious and looked deep into my eyes for a response.
I sat in shock, staring back.

“Okay! It looks like I nailed it.”

In the real world, Lottie has hired me several times to do custom cabinetry in the multi-million dollar estates that she decorates. She usually moves into the home that she is decorating, while an owner is out of the country. She answers the door barefoot, in a dress shirt from the owners closet, and makes me an expensive coffee while she wakes up. As I work, she goes for supplies in a pair of Daisy-Dukes, a tank top shirt, and a jacked up 4WD pickup. She’s as wild in reality as she is in my writing.

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The Truth beneath the Fiction. Excerpts and explanations.

“I didn’t know the human body held that much blood.”

 

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Louis and Celia spend some time ashore in Christiansted, St. Croix, USVI:

They are returning from an expensive restaurant.

We took a taxi back down the hill at about nine, and when we saw how lit up the downtown was, we decided to get out early, and walk back to the apartment. We stayed on the covered sidewalks in the populated areas, and I kept noticing the dark alleys that separated the buildings. I noticed one alley that went along an old Danish building that had the doorways all recessed about five feet into the sides. There were wrought iron gates, custom made to fit each opening, and giant elephant ear vines growing all over the sides of the stone and across the wrought iron.
“Celia, come with me.” I took her hand.
“What are you doing?” She reluctantly followed.
I led her down the dark alley, checking each gate as I went. All were locked, until we reached the third one on the left side. I opened it a little.
“Step inside.” I raised a vine over our heads.

I pushed the gate shut, and we had about four feet of privacy, to a solid wood door. It proudly exhibited a hundred years of peeling paint with a pile of fragments lying along the threshold. I pushed Celia against the stone, and pushed my body against hers. She gasped and looked into my eyes. I kissed her passionately, as we silently listened to the voices of people still going down the illuminated sidewalk. We had to be quiet. I put a hand on each of her legs and slowly raised her dress above her hips. She was apparently prepared for my imagination. There were no stockings or panties. I dropped to my knees and widened her legs. She put her hands on my head, leaned hers back against the cool stone, and closed her eyes.
“Oh! Oh!”
“SSShhhhhhhh!” I resumed my exercise of self-control.
She pulled me back up and unfastened my belt. She was becoming impatient.
We heard footsteps running toward us. Louder… LOUDER! Until a black man in dress clothes stopped in the middle of the alley, six feet from us. He spotted us as he stood frozen, with no place to run.
“’ERE!” He pushed a small package about the size of a large book, through the gate. It fell on the ground, as I pressed my body against Celia for her protection. He started to run back toward the street when… POP… POP…. POP… BOOM… BOOM… BOOM! The gunshots echoed through the alley. We heard several men running toward the man. I peeked through the vines as they went through his clothes looking for something.
“NOTHING! IT’S NOT HERE!”
They left as fast as they appeared, and I just barely caught a glimpse of a black van with dark tinted windows rapidly leaving.
I picked up the package and zipped up my pants. Celia was hanging on to me and I could feel her shaking.
“Come… quickly!” I whispered.
We started to run out of the alley. We both froze in our tracks when we saw the man’s body.
“I didn’t know the human body held that much blood.” I checked him… just in case.
“Look!” I held up the lanyard around his neck that displayed his photo from West Indies Research in Teague Bay.
“He’s dead. Let’s get out of here!”

We ran to the end of the alley and looked up and down the street. It seemed clear, so we crossed into the shadows to the other side. Celia’s heels clicked across the blacktop. We were both watching every moving vehicle, afraid that the van may return. We rushed up the hill to the restaurant and up the stairway to our apartment. It felt safe, and I locked the deadbolt on the door. We went to the balcony and slid the glass door open. I walked out and leaned on the railing looking back down the hill at the buildings we had just left. Celia hugged me from behind, as she leaned her head against my back and let the fresh wind clear her mind.
“I was so scared. I’ve never seen anything like that!” she said.
“Hey! The package!” I remembered.


Reality.

I have ate in the restaurant they just left, looked across the table to see my sailboat in Christiansted harbor, walked the streets at 9:00, and there is an alley with recessed doorways and rusty iron gates. I was just in St. Croix last month, and couldn’t find it?

The murder was actually on St. Thomas. Some men making a drug deal, thought that a tourist saw them, and shot and killed him to be sure. His tourist friend, told police that he had no idea why they shot him. They hadn’t seen anything.

I have grown up around wealthy people. That has enabled me to work for, and with them as I shaped my own life. At twenty-two years old, I helped build condos in St. Croix and managed the condo-accounts of 47 millionaires. They landed in their private jets, and I picked them up at customs. In my (Longue Duree series), you will find yourself saying, “Nooooo! No one would do that.” But I was there. Wait until I release “Insomniacs” It’s a crazy world.

In Longue Duree 1, I have had readers question the period of time between Celia’s husband’s death, and the time she makes love with Louis.

(My 2 part answer)

First, when two people are alone on a sailboat for months, or even weeks, there is a bond that forms. You depend on each other to stay alive. When you are in the middle of an ocean, with nothing to do but stay on course, and read a book, your mind strays in the having sex direction. (I am an experienced sailor)

Second, and this is not in the book. Celia was very smart and manipulative. Later in the book, when Louis met Celia’s sisters, this was made clear to him. The possibility exists that when Celia found out that her husband was spending time with his secretary in Switzerland, that she planned an exit strategy that included his death, and  horny Louis, fell victim to a beautiful redhead with a custom built sailboat. (It works!)

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What would you pay to be young? Longue Durée by David Alexander

He refined it, broke it down, synthesized it, and is now marketing it to the public, if you can afford it.

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The problems we were about to unleash, had bit me before. My impulse was to create a new identity, and use the new residence in Nevis as my home base. I felt the anxiety, remembering how the greed of the world would pay any price for youth and extended life. Longue Durée made me the billionaire that I am. I didn’t need any more money, but it has become a mental disease. What would they do now, that anyone could have a perfect body, or cure any biological imperfection?

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Dr. Martin Bernstein in Orlando, Florida, had the basis for a Fountain of Youth drug dropped in his hands. He refined it, broke it down, synthesized it, and is now marketing it to the public, if you can afford it.

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Longue Durée is on Amazon now. Book 2 is in the final edit. Book three, is finished, and going to the editor as soon as she finishes book 2.

Each book can be read individually, but will be better if read in order.

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Should life extending medication only be available to the wealthy? Longue Duree.

What if there was a product that could reverse your age to say 30, or 40? It is expensive to produce. What would you pay?

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Celia brought in a 46′ sailboat single handed to Barbados. Her marine architect husband died of a heart attack at sea.

Louis, had been vacationing in St. Croix. With a hurricane approaching, and no vacant airline seats available, he exchanged his ticket to Florida, for a night in Barbados, and a redirected flight back to the U. S. Surprise! The flights out of Barbados were also canceled the next day.


Celia needed her yacht sailed back to Hilton head, and Louis needed to get back to West Palm Beach. They decided to join resources and spend the next few months sailing home. When two people spend time on the ocean, you have to rely on each other for your life. You tell your secrets on night-watch, with a glass of wine. Eventually… after a knock-down squall, you turn on the auto-pilot, go below deck to pull off the cold, wet clothes, and two warm bodies find comfort in the master cabin.


They stopped and spent weeks in St. Croix. One night after a late supper, Louis pulled Celia into an old limestone alley with arched doorways and started seducing her. A man ran down the alley with a small package, stopped and looked at Louis and Celia, and threw them the package. He ran back to the street where three men emptied their guns into him.

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The closer they got to the United States, the more their old personalities and Celia’s widow guilt, surfaced. Louis hoped that Celia would stay with him in West Palm Beach, but she now, with declining emotions, wanted him to take her home to Hilton Head.

He secured the yacht to her gated dock, and spent the night at her home in Golden Crane Estates. She had him sleep in the guest bedroom, and had a airline ticket for him waiting in the morning.


  “What about the package?”

It’s not that uncommon to live a long life now. Science has even made progress that can slow down the loss of your memory and mental functions, but with all of that, you still exist in a body that is fragile and limited. What if there was a product that could reverse your age to say 30, or 40? It is expensive to produce. What would you pay?

It’s in the package!   

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“So where are you? “Asked Celia.
“I just got on I-95 south. I should be home in a couple hours. Probably about noon.” “Okay… see you soon… bye.”

Celia rolled over, naked in the bed, and looked into Anthony’s eyes.
“Where did Josh go?” She asked.
“He just ran to the restroom. He’ll be right back.”
“I have to go home. I enjoyed our night together.” She kissed him and started to get out of the bed. He pulled her back as she giggled and he got on top of her, one more time. Josh appeared beside them and waited for a break to join in. He pushed his finger against her lips as she sucked it in and out of her mouth. He squeezed his cock in his other hand as he smiled at Anthony.


Longue Duree,

The island of St. Croix is in the path of a large hurricane.
Louis Bautista can’t get a flight off-island, so he takes a suggested alternative to wait it out in Barbados.

Redhead Celia Judel brings in a 46’ Najad sailboat by herself, after her husband dies at sea of a heart attack. She needs a captain to help deliver the yacht back to South Carolina and Louis needs to get back to Florida.

On the voyage home, they go ashore in St. Croix and after a romantic dinner, Louis leads Celia into a dark alley and begins seducing her.

A native man runs into the alley. They hear men chasing him, and he throws a small package to the lovers. The men follow him into the alley and shoot him several times. The package, they discover later, holds the secret to life everlasting.

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What would you pay to be young, forever? Longue Duree

Are you sure he was dead?” “Oh, yes. I checked him. I have never seen that much blood.” “What is in the package, Doc?” We all leaned over the desk. There were several minutes of complete silence. “It is life everlasting… or the end of the world… I’m really not sure.”

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The island of St. Croix is in the path of a large hurricane.
Louis Bautista can’t get a flight off-island, so he takes a suggested alternative to wait it out in Barbados.

Redhead Celia Judel brings in a 46’ Najad sailboat by herself, after her husband dies at sea of a heart attack. She needs a captain to help deliver the yacht back to South Carolina and Louis needs to get back to Florida.
On the voyage home, they go ashore in St. Croix and after a romantic dinner, Louis leads Celia into a dark alley and begins seducing her.
A native man runs into the alley. They hear men chasing him, and he throws a small package to the lovers. The men follow him into the alley and shoot him several times. The package, they discover later, holds the secret to life everlasting. Longue Durée.

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The author, David Alexander, is truly a sailor, now living in Florida, building yacht interiors. He has lived in St. Croix and sailed throughout the Caribbean islands. His experiences lend a lot of real-life situations to this manuscript.

NOTE: From David Alexander

Longue Duree, (Extending life), Is ,so far, a three book set. Each book has a beginning, and an end. I hate cliff-hangers. Book one is back from the editor, I have approved all of her changes, and at present I am preparing it to go into Amazon’s inventory. This is the actual cover. I created it at the last minute after years of being satisfied with another.

I will notify all of my followers when it is live, with an Amazon link.

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My photos from Costa Rica

The money here is Colones. When we arrived in CR, I changed a couple hundred dollars worth of American dollars for Colones. It looked like we robbed a bank.

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It was a few years ago, but I wanted to see Costa Rica. During this period I was writing under a different pen-name, and the book had a lot of content and characters from this country. When we landed, we followed the lines into customs and stood in the humidity and heat of the biggest ceiling fan I had ever seen. Birds flew over our head since the high metal ceiling had no walls. I hailed a taxi to take use to the resort and detoured to the Avis rental car business on the way.

I was pleased when I arrived. It had flowing fabric blowing with the breeze, wicker chairs in the open reception area, walkways of natural earth materials, and gardening that looked immaculately original.

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We had rented a Subaru station wagon with all wheel drive, and that proved to be one of the best decisions we made. The roads, once you got off of the main road, were rough. I could add a dozen adjectives for rough, but you will see in some of the following photos.

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There were full size busses that transported many of the local people. During the time we stayed in Costa Rica, we learned to pick up hitchhikers. In the U.S. we have been taught to keep driving past them. Here, many people walk or get rides for an hour or two to go to work and then at the end of the day catch a ride… or walk back. Their pay scale is still years behind the U.S. so the rides, tourist trade, and tips are very appreciated.

In my second book, Amaretto with Coffee, the main character fell in love with a girl who worked at Avis. By the end of the book, he had moved her family from Limon, CR, to Florida. It was surprising when the book came out. Costa Rica Star called and interviewed me for their paper. A coffee shop in CR emailed me for permission to market the book.

Shopping in Costa Rica was limited. Clothes and hand-made items are in abundance. If you buy gold and gems when you travel, your selection here is on the edge of zero. We found food in the area we were in, and the prices were comparable to the U.S. Below I am returning to the apartment, buried in the seclusion of the garden areas.

If I walked a hundred yards out of the above photos, I would be staring at the ocean. Teak chairs and tables were scattered into various shady areas with beautiful views. I took the top photo, and the others, with a Canon camera. The wi-fi to my apt. was weak, but adequate for checking my email. Several times I would go sit by the receptionist desk to send a larger file.

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As we explored, the above scene was not uncommon.We just stopped in the road, sat quietly, and passed when the cattle were clear. This empty road, will be bumper to bumper traffic at quitting time. Horns will be tooting and music played loudly as outstretched hands wave at a friend in the other lane. We visited several towns and usually found a parking place and walked.

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During the entire vacation, we never felt pressured, or in danger, in fact… we found ourselves walking to various bars after dark for dinner. Some were so frequented by us, that the waiter would have a cold Pilsner Beer in his hand when he seated us. We always got the table with the ocean view. From the pictures you can see that it rained a lot in November. We just stayed under a covered area with the locals until it stopped.

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While in town, we saw a Burger King. The urge for American junk-food peaked and we walked inside. The money here is Colones. When we arrived in CR, I changed a couple hundred dollars worth of American dollars for Colones. It looked like we robbed a bank. Notice the price of a fast lunch. At first it shocked me, but not as bad as when I filled up the gas tank on the car. There were not enough zeros on the gas pumps and every fill up was totaled with a calculator.

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Before I started writing, and building interiors for large yachts, I was a home builder. While talking to a hitch-hiker one day, we got on the subject. He told me that an American builder came to CR with the intent to build homes in the mountains, and went bankrupt. The mountain was still for sale, and I had to go look. This road led up the mountain, abruptly turned, and you were staring at a traditional guard shack and fancy stucco entrance to what appeared as a gated community. We continued, to find twenty or thirty graded lots with the roads also ready to pave. The water supply was in place and every lot had an ocean view. I was excited. After days of crunching numbers, checking local building talent, and speculating on American buyers moving to my mountain, I decided that Costa Rica was not quite ready for my development.

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I may go back to Costa Rica some day. For now, I think I will sell my sailboat, and build on to my little east Florida land home.

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In May and June we will be back in St. Croix. We are going to fly this time, and see if I still have a job in Florida when I get back. My next three books spend a lot of time in St. Croix, and I have a hangup with being accurate and current even though it is fiction. I’ve been to a lot of islands and countries but St. Croix is like a bad drug. It has been constantly on my mind since I lived there. Hind site… I should have never left. Getting older now, I’ll keep the house in Florida and rent it out if I find myself with the island addiction again.

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They can each be read individually, but are better as a set. They start in St. Croix.        Living forever has its drawbacks.

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Abaco Bahamas. Too much sand, too much fog, too much beer.

I idled into the fog  and almost broadsided a dark blue sloop. We were within a few feet of the passing boats and I could see ours ahead.

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We sailed into Abaco not realizing that it was so shallow. When the depth indicator started beeping and I could see the shadow of the sail on the bottom, the time to relax was over. My boat has a 5′-8″ keel which cuts into the wind very nicely. It does however require a little studying of the tide tables when coming ashore. It was an hour or so after lunch, and my first mate had located an interesting place to drop the hook and spend the night. Ahead, was a sandbar that extended into the path of my present tack. I played the strong wind like a game of chess. Tighten the sails, pull tighter into the wind… adjust for a shift in the wind… get it back… almost there… almost dead into the wind! CRUNCH!

We ran aground on what my navigator identified as Porgee Rock. I quickly started the diesel, left the sails full for the keel angle, and by some miracle… backed it out. The sails were whipping back and forth and I released the tension from the main sheet and furled the head sail. We motored into deeper water. (Not a lot deeper.) We dropped the anchor, fixed an overdue lunch, and took a long nap.

I didn’t want to be sitting out here overnight, so I motored toward a big red and white light-house. “This is Hopetown.” said my first-mate, “It says the channel is 6′ deep at low tide. We should have no problem since we are mid-tide.”

“Good enough.” I stayed in the darker water until I was on a lineup approach to the channel. I idled slowly watching to stay in the deepest areas. The channel was narrow with no room to reverse course. Passing a boat leaving the harbor would be really tight. About the time I was standing at the helm, leaning from the bimini to see the full lighthouse… CRUNCH! The boat was still moving but was cutting a trench in the soft sand bottom. I revved the diesel and continued pushing. The water became deeper and I came around the curve toward the bay. There were only a few boats in the bay so I found a comfortable spot, dropped the hook, and let the chain run out until I felt the anchor grab. We secured the sails, put a snubber on the anchor chain, and dropped the RIB into the water. We took the dinghy to the south side and walked on the small roads into a residential area. A small boy walked beside us and kept looking at the tall American with a beard. I glanced down and saw a bent piece of wood that he was carrying like a gun.

“What is that?” I asked
“It’s my gun!”
“GUN!” I put my hands up. “What are you going to do with a gun?”
“Shoot you!” He laughed.
“If you try to shoot me… I’ll have to put you in jail.”
The boy was confused and looked at me for a while. “Sir… what is a jail?”

While we continued walking, we talked to a few other people… adults… and found in fact they didn’t have a jail. On the way back to the boat, we saw what looked like a large shed. Inside was a gulf-cart fully outfitted for fire-fighting. On the glass of the door it said. “In case of fire, get the keys from the grocery across the street.”

Safely back on the boat, we took another nap and woke as the sun was setting. More sailors had anchored around us and we could hear laughter from a bar on the docks. We grabbed our money, a few towels for the dinghy, and all of our old paperbacks to trade for new ones. We headed for the dock.

We walked into the bar and found a table along the wall. Several people had ordered before us, so we had several drinks before our food arrived. We ate, talked, laughed, and yelled across the bar at a Canadian captain that was making jokes about Americans. More drinks were served and we sat picking at our Dirty Bird Pie.

It was late. Anyone with family was already gone. We paid the tab, picked up our cloth bag of paperbacks, and checked to make sure the keys were still in my pocket. Normally, when we return to the boat, we have to sort through the tangled knots of 10 or 15 dinghies to find ours. Tonight there were only two or three. The bar lights illuminated the dock, but out in the mooring area a thick fog had settled.

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I motored slowly toward the fog. The masts of the sailboats looked like a forest of dead trees. The rotating light of the lighthouse gave us a short glimpse of the hulls shrouded below them.

“David?”
“Yeah.”
“I have to pee.”
“Good grief! You couldn’t have taken care of that at the bar?”
“I didn’t have to pee at the bar. Hurry up.”

I idled into the fog  and almost broadsided a dark blue sloop. We were within a few feet of the passing boats and I could see ours ahead. I went past the stern, flipped the outboard to do a 180 deg. turn and brought it to a stop against the scoop like a pro. While I tied off, Ayrn left everything on the dinghy and jumped onto the sailboat. I started gathering up the books, the towels, and a pair of heels.

“David.” She whispered.
“What?”
“Is this our boat?” Her eyes were wide open, and her sobriety had returned. I glanced down at the name on the transom. About that time…

“HEY, I HAVE A GUN!”

“Shit!” Both of us started laughing and as she fumbled back into the dingy, I started the motor and got away from that, boat. We cruised up and down the mooring field, from one boat to the next, reading all of the names and laughing. We finally found ours. By the time I got out of the head, Ayrn was already asleep.

We decided to spend another day in Hopetown and have dinner in the bar again the following night.

The music was loud, the voices were loud, and the Heineken was flowing. “YEAH! Last night some drunk sailor came aboard my boat after midnight and pissed in my cockpit.”

Ayrn and I just smiled across the table.

 

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