Chapter 8

But I went. Who can resist a request whispered in his ear by a pretty, or needy perhaps, woman? Adventure!

To say she took me places I’d never been would cause a guffaw, but she led me through doors that said do not enterand down hallways that had only emergency lighting. Her companion was ahead of us with a red-covered flashlight, which, under the circumstances, probably wasn’t the best idea. We came out at the stern of the ship, just to the right and next to, where the propeller would be, or the 5 HP motor on my dad’s fishing boat had been. The red light was flashed and I wished I’d remembered what little Morse code I’d mastered as a teenager. A few minutes later a boat pulled into sight. Its sails were furled, and the whole thing seemed ominous. What had I gotten myself into, and worse yet, was this old lady going to be more fun than Steve?