start winching her up, she’ll have no choice. We’ll put the big fenders under the bows and then more under the keels as she goes. It’ll take a lot of fiddling back and forth and we’ll have to go slow, but we’ll have her high and dry before the tide goes out again.”
“That’s good to hear. I’m so glad the damage wasn’t worse.”
“Me too. The reefs just a bit to the north would not have been as kind to her.”
“I wish Scully was here, Uncle Larry. I don’t like the idea of you sailing back to Florida after what my dad said about that gunboat.”
“I don’t like it either, Casey, but you know I’ve got to find him. Scully is like a brother to me. I’m not leaving him behind, but I’m not going to put any of you at risk to look for him either. I’ll do it myself.”
“How? You can’t go back there all alone! You know that. I’ll go with you if you like. You’re gonna need help sailing the boat.”
“No, Casey. You’ve got to stay here with your dad. We’ve put him through enough worry already. Practically all he’s been doing since the grid went down is looking for you. Now that you two are together, you are staying together! I can do this alone. All of you can wait right here on Green Cay.”
“What about this Russell guy? He gives me the creeps. Jessica said the same thing.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m pretty sure he’s harmless. I’ve seen his type at every marina and boatyard I’ve ever been to. Typical know-it-all boat bum. Likes hanging around boats but has never managed to own one. I’m keeping an eye on him. I don’t know yet what we’ll do about it, but we’ll deal with that later. I’m sure he’s hoping for a ride off the island.”
“Right now it sounds like all he wants to do is get high,” Casey said. “And he’s had an eye on Jessica since he saw her. He was looking at me and Tara too.”
“Well, you can’t blame him for that,” Larry grinned. “He has been stranded on a desert island for weeks, you know.” As he said this, Larry saw that Russell was sticking as close to Jessica as he could, while she was in turn doing her best to make sure she was following Grant with every move he made. Casey wasn’t oblivious to that either, and had to comment to her uncle about it:
“I gather that Jessica would have preferred to keep sailing with Grant. I see she’s doing her best to pester the hell out of him.”
“Well, from what your dad said, he had every opportunity if she was what he wanted, Casey. They’ve been at sea together long enough. I don’t see him hanging all over her the same way though. I think he still likes you better.”
“Maybe. I just wish Jessica wouldn’t act so stupid sometimes.”
“Women!” Larry laughed, touching Casey’s shoulder as he did. “ Some women. Not you! I guess Tara’s happy to see that I’ve got my own boat back. I’m sure she was just elated that I wasn’t on board the Sarah J. last night.”
“If so, it’s her loss, Uncle Larry. But I think she’s forgiven you by now. Maybe you two are just too much alike. Do you really think two captains with two boats can ever agree on anything?”
“Hell no! But I would have enjoyed making up after the fights! Maybe the two boats part would have made it work. We wouldn’t have to deal with each other until we made port. Then when the fun was over, we could set sail again!”
“It’s a nice fantasy Uncle Larry. I’m sure the two of you would get along better that way. Maybe it could still work out?”
Larry didn’t get a chance to answer before Russell made his way into the middle of their conversation, hitting Larry with half a dozen questions at once about the design of the catamaran, while at the same time telling him what he would have done differently if he had built it.
“I don’t like that idea of tying the beams to the hulls. That looks pretty sketch to me. I would have glassed them in and made it all one piece. And dude, you’ve got
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