Chapter 7

“Ever ridden on a ferry?” Chris said.

Irv giggled slightly and said, “I seem to recall riding one a couple of times last night and again this morning.”

“That’s F-E-R-R-Y, smartass,” Chris said.

“Then no, I’ve never ridden on an F-E-R-R-Y. Why do you ask?”

“Because this road takes us almost to the ocean, then we take a ferry across the St. Johns River, and we’ll be in Mayport.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“We shall see.”

There was a short wait at the ferry terminal while the incoming ferry docked and unloaded, but they were soon aboard and crossing the river. They got out of the car and walked across the deck to the railing. On the other side of the river they could see the mast of an aircraft carrier in the distance.

“We really are close to Mayport, aren’t we?” Irv said.

“Yeah. That carrier is docked in the Mayport Basin.”

“I really appreciate your driving me right up to the gate, Chris.”

“My pleasure, I assure you.”

“Where’s NAS in relation to Mayport?”