“So, I hear we’re going sailing!” said the Captain to George.
The boat was a Manta 42 catamaran, and the final destination was Florida. Departure was in 2 days.
The delivery was arranged by George’s friend, Cliff, with whom he had delivered many boats in their 10 years of friendship. A known quantity and good friend…the best kind of crewmate.
George’s emails to me during the delivery were filled with sheer happiness. A reasonable Captain, with a positive attitude who listened to and appreciated his crew, and who made good decisions and stood his watches, a well kept boat where everything worked…most of the time (it’s a boat), good food, good conversation, good people, good pay…the best delivery ever.
While George was away, I sat on my ass and read soap opera magazines all day. And I also sanded and painted drywall, and painted the living room ceiling, and landscaped the entire front lawn.
Oh, and I built a sidewalk. By myself. Thankyouverymuch.
My hand mixer. I actually used a hoe to mix and the shovel to fill.
The original plan was to take the boat to the West Coast of Florida, but then the Captain changed his mind, no doubt, thanks to George. To the Abacos!
They made it as far south as Titusville, and everyone rushed home in time for Thanksgiving.
And now it’s time for part 2. Our luggage is packed and in the Captain’s car, and George’s plane ticket has been purchased. The Captain and his co-Captain are driving down to the boat to get it ready. George is flying in and will help them take the boat over to the Abacos. And then the Captain is flying me in to join them for an all expenses paid vacation with an open-ended return ticket in exchange for George playing tour guide through the Abacos.
Christmas in the Abacos again this year. This time, on someone elses boat.