Lost Sailor – Chapter 2
Lost Sailor – Chapter 2 “Jerry, Winter Harbour, Thursday night, Be there! – Brandy” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I must have read that note thirty times before the message sank into my head. Brandy had left without so much as a “Good-bye”. Even just a hint of why she’d sailed out of the cove so early in the morning would have made me feel better. Winter Harbour. Shit, how I hated that place. With the draft of my 32-foot sloop, the only time of day that I could safely enter or leave that harbour was at high tide, just as it turned. At any other time, the solid basalt reef that protected the cove beyond, would rip the keel off before I knew it. Despite my loathing of that sheltered moorage, I decided that I probably would take …