Rising Moon by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Adventure
ISBN: 9781735232492
Publisher: Down Island Press
Published: 2021-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

The ride back up to my island took a lot longer than coming down. The water north of the Seven Mile Bridge was unusually calm and the low sun cast the islands around us in a soft, warm glow.

Jimmy didn’t drive fast—not that he could have, with just a forty-horse pushing a boat with seven people and two large dogs. But he managed to find the sweet spot, just above planing speed, where he could slow the engine and stay on top of the water while keeping the noise level low enough for conversation.

“You’re more than just friends down here,” Tank said, leaning close to where Savannah and I sat in the rear seat. “I can see why you wanted to come here. Everyone is so open and friendly.”

“It’s called One Human Family,” Savannah said. “The concept that, whether you believe in creationism or evolution, we really are all the same, all related in one way or other.”

“Be nice if the whole world thought like that,” Tank said. “It’d put people like me and Jesse out of a job. Which, by the way, I’d be highly in favor of.”

The sun, now dark orange and enormous, was setting as we turned into Harbor Channel, painting the high, wispy clouds above my island in a pinkish-orange color.

I could see lights through the trees coming from Mac and Mel’s place, and there were two boats I didn’t recognize tied up to the lone post sticking out of waist-deep water on the east side.

“Did you have a good time, Mister Tank?” Flo asked, as Jimmy slowed the boat, approaching the pier.

“Yes, I did, Miss Flo. An exceptional time. I’d say one of the best of my life. It was nice to be included.”

“Dad says the folks at Rusty Anchor are just like family and that extends to their friends, too. He’s known most of them for years.”

“David, would you mind staying up for a bit?” I asked, as Jimmy and I tied off the boat.

He handed me a boxful of gifts we’d received. “Sure, what’s up?”

“It’s work-related,” I said, getting a disapproving look from my daughter.

I had an idea and wanted to see if it could work.

“Not a problem,” he said.

“We can use the computer on the Revenge.”

We carried everything up to the deck, where Jimmy and Naomi said goodnight. They were turning in; Jimmy was taking a friend out early in the morning to fish the backcountry.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Got enough energy left to do some planning, Tank?”

He grinned and followed Savannah and Flo inside. “Is David part of your group, too?”

“He is,” I replied.

“We’ll be down in a minute,” Savannah said. “I just want to arrange these under the tree and make some sundowners.”

Flo carried a box to the tree. “I’ll help you, Mom.”

After I’d turned on the lights for the dock area, the three of us went down the steps to the Revenge.

I stepped over the low gunwale into the cockpit and opened the aft hatch to the salon, turning on the lights inside.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.