Page 18 from the series Before the Pirates Came*
The next morning Miranda woke to the sound of a construction crew working outside her boat. She was feeling depressed and groggy after her dream last night. Ron had already emphasized the importance of getting the structures done so the boats could be shrinkwrapped right away. A vaguely familiar voice just inches away from her head shouted, “Wake up, Miranda! You’re already behind schedule! Now, c’mon up here and show us what you’ve got.”
So this is what it’s like to have three guys for roommates. A toothbrush, washcloth, and a ball cap would be the most primping time would allow. She grabbed her drawing and climbed up onto the dock. The men were already hard at work sawing and hammering. It was almost 10:30.
The man making all the noise was Luke, the guy on the boat next door. Good looking but crude, Luke was a private pilot-for-hire who flew charters back and forth to Amman, Duibai, and Iraq… all over the Middle East. He’s the one who couldn’t wait to introduce Miranda to the infamous Captain Brad, the sign man. Ron had already warned Miranda that Luke was a ladies man… said he had a beautiful but jealous girlfriend who kept him on a very short leash. His boat was called Sierra-Tango-Uniform-Delta. Miranda decided it suited him.
Miranda reached into the pocket of her snow suit and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper. Luke grabbed it, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her sideways. “You’ve done this before?” As if practically everyone had designed a superstructure for their aft deck. ”I did it last night. I was tired. It’s not finished yet.” Ron was looking over his shoulder. “Make a parts list… you’ll need PVC pipes and joints, a hacksaw, some blades, and a good pair of work gloves.”
Ron had a pick-up truck and was heading out to get replacement webbing and D-rings for some repair he was making. Miranda hurried down the steps into the galley where she kept her money, (not in the coffee can). That cash needed to last awhile, unless she wanted to invite Charlie on board. She gave Ron the money up front. There would not be any trade-outs on the dock this winter.
Her third neighbor, Greg, had the dock closest to shore. He kept to himself more than the other two, and was certainly more refined. Legend had it that Greg made his money as a day trader on the stock market. His sailboat, lines, cables, and canvas were in perfect order, a sign of a good neighbor. He affectionately called his Beneteau 40.7, “Bull Market. ”
He was listening to Mozart’s Don Giovanni (one of Harry’s favorites) and there was a wonderful smell coming from the galley below. “I love to cook. Sometime you’ll have to come over for dinner. I’ve adapted some very good recipes for the smaller galley, and I collect spices from all over the world. Do you like classical music? Anyway, just knock if you need anything.” He was gorgeous with a perfect smile, beautifully dressed, and probably not a pirate. Miranda thanked him for the offer. When the storms hit, she would need all the advice she could get.
“Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisors they succeed.” Proverbs 15:22 (NIV)
*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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