Page 14 from the series Before the Pirate Came*
His real name was Charlie Fine. He earned his despicable nickname by chasing pretty girls all over the Great Lakes, consequences be damned. When Miranda called and asked if he would run the boat up to Charlevoix with her, he was openly excited that they would get to enjoy this adventure together. Charlie loved adventure.
With wind burned cheeks and hair blowing madly, he called out her name and pushed a loaded marina cart down the ramp to her boat. There were electric space heaters, jugs to haul water, and an OSHA approved first aid and safety kit. There were two CO2 detectors, a Garmin GPS, and night vision infrared binoculars. He brought flashlights, a floodlight, a spotlight, and a surplus of batteries. He kissed her cheek and told her not to see anyone else, then handed her a stack of new bills still in the wrapper.
She was glad Charlie didn’t bring a shotgun. She already had one on board.
Miranda told herself this was classic Stockholm Syndrome, the bizarre psychological condition whereby a fair maiden, over time, develops positive feelings for the pirate who captured her. She began to see the gifts, the vacations, and the money over the past year as expressions of affection. The line between what started as a clearly defined “arrangement” had become blurred. Miranda had grown to like Charlie.
“A prudent man sees evil and hides himself, The naive proceed and pay the penalty.” Proverbs 27:12 (NASB)
Half the time she was on her boat Miranda was scared to death. She wasn’t used to being alone. Sure, she talked the talk, knew a clove hitch from a bowline, and could dock on a windy day. But that didn’t take away the sadness over missing Harry, the fear of an uncertain future. Miranda was losing weight, drinking too much. Lately, she was afraid of the dark.
Every year when she convinced Harry to launch their boat earlier in the spring, she was the one out in the cold and rain, hauling water and putting out fenders, which is no easy task when your hands are freezing! Harry thought she was nuts. But Miranda was born to be on a boat and truly loved nothing more.
However… she always had a backup. There was always someone bigger and stronger to get her out of trouble if she dropped a tool in the water or slipped on a patch of late spring ice. The sound of the lake, black water crashing over the sea wall, and the shore birds calling at night frightened her in a way she didn’t expect.
When Miranda decided living aboard would be a great idea, she was putting up a strong front to show Harry she didn’t need him. She didn’t need anyone! She was a cowgirl exploring the wild west all alone. No one could stop her, she had no fear. She knew she could fend off trouble and pests with 12 red lipsticks, cute shoes, and a bottle of Chanel No. 5.
And that’s why, in the face of a blustery day on Lake Michigan, she needed Charlie.
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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