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...As Mea strode down the floating wharf, she heard the CD she'd left the day before on the Sea Slug', belting out the Radiators', Take a Long Line, then giggled as she saw the skipper spread eagled on the deck,snoring, with an empty stubby rolling loose near his head.

...Throwing her dilly bag in the cargo hold, she decided to impress the old fella and prepared the yacht for the voyage starting by unleashing the main and storm sails leaving the final lanyards tied at the ready. She then climbed down to the engine room and fired up the small diesel engine to warm up, expecting the chugging noise to wake him up, but, as the drunken lump didn't batter an eye lid, she untied the mooring ropes and stacked them below, putting the kettle on at the same time. Looking out the galley hatch, Mea noticed two seagulls eying off the Pizza crust left stuck in the old fellas long grey beard, the birds seemed to be daring each other to go first.

...Although this was Mea's second day on the yacht, she watched and learned the day before to feel confident enough to motor the vessel through the break wall, wanting to impress, she let the bow rope off, and with the aid of the boat hook, pushed away from wharf, and quietly tip toeing around the skipper, threw the stern rope, kicked her into gear, then eased the Slug' through the harbor entrance, and slowly made way toward the open sea.

...The sea was noticeably lumpy, from the day before's buster, but as the southwester was quite brisk Mea decided to stretch the sails her self, as she remembered the skipper had told her, the light house was down wind in a south wester, then wake the old fella with the smell of coffee.

...The wind filled the sails with a thump, Mea then trimmed the flap out of the sheets and shut the motor down, the rigging stretched , the tensioning noises taught ropes make sounded like footsteps coming up a ladder. Coffee cups now on deck, the skipper, by now in the fetal position awoke and sat bolt upright, still in a stupor, yells ,
"Where the bloody hell are we?" Then looks behind to see home port disappearing into a haze of blurred land, then staring at the sails, and how they were set, took the metal pannikin, wrapped both hands around and loudly slurped his first mouthful, relaxing against the tiller.

...After a while he calmly says, "You will meet the king and queen of the Montague Sound today, you must be on your best behavior,
what ever you do or happens to you ,don't batter an eye lid, just be polite and

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