Good morning! Changes are afoot! I’ve spent the past several days with Hubby, and his retirement is now very close to happening. Therefore, we went boat hunting and found one that suits both of us and our budget. Not an easy chore as our funds are limited, Hubby is 6’4″ and I’m 5’2″.
Now you might say that if a boat fits him, it would be fine for me. The only hitch is that I dock the boat and have to be able to see from the helm. There are an amazing number of boat makers that design their helms for taller people.
Even when we found the right make, there were some where Hubby couldn’t even get into the head (bathroom for you landlubbers).
Drum rolls please!!
Allow me to introduce you to Silver Penny! She is a Fountain Pajot Belize 43, and we’re just praying that she is still available in three months when we can actually make an offer! We’ll ask for your prayers as well.
Cockpit table (back porch)
Me in the cockpit.
In Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret, which will release shortly before we can buy our boat, I have the following sailing scene that I thought you might enjoy.
The air was warm, and although he kept track of the sail, Will neglected to watch for obstructions as wind from the mouth of the harbor sped them on their way.
Suddenly, Eugénie barked an order. “Ready to jibe.”
He scrambled to remember what she’d told him that meant when the boat turned away from the wind.
“Ware the boom.”
He ducked but not soon enough to avoid the solid wooden pole. “Damn, that hurt.”
“Are you all right?”
As they passed one of the ships at anchor, a sailor shouted out, “Better get yerself a real seaman, sweetheart.”
“Aye,” another called. “I’ll be happy to oblige ye.”
Will seethed, but Eugénie appeared to ignore the ribald comments coming from the ship.
“Stay still.” Her fingers moved through his hair over the tender spot at the back of his head. “Not too bad, but you’ll have a lump.”
She leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing against his arm. His nose filled with the scent of lemons and warm woman. He stifled a groan. She’d probably think it was from pain and worry even more. God, he liked her touch.
Moving to his front, she tilted his head and gazed into his eyes. “Does it hurt much?”
Not as much as the jeers from the sailors. He could so easily reach out and kiss her. “No. Let’s be on our way.”
“I don’t know what you were thinking.” She released the tiller handle, moving it with one hand while the other tightened the sail. “But when you’re crewing a vessel, there is no time for wool-gathering.”
So tell me what you think and how your week went!