Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 28
“How does it happen that you have two boats?”
“Insurance... SV Surprise, the big boat, hold your horses, Lieutenant, the big boat had just finished total scrape, grind, patch and paint. she got a salon makeover and all new fabric ... sails, bedding, cushions ... beautiful example of the kind of work the Starship Yards in Hong Kong can do when she got crushed ... I’m getting to that ... crushed when the Sultan’s warships were sabotaged by terrorists ... or pirates. Turned my little hundred foot catamaran into plastic dust.” I grinned ... evilly ... but grinned. “Our carrier, Everyboat Insurance, had a choice ... fix it or replacement ... I came up with a third option.” I waved at the Flint
“As for two boats ... with the 47 Farr I have three,” I said. “Before you ask ... the Farr is still in New Zealand.” “And I have a homebuilt Farr 3.7.”
Tyche said, “You have a 3.7 Farr? Kin I sail it?” “I’ll hold my breath until you say yes!”
I gave her a couple of minutes. Blue ... she was turning blue. “Yes.”
WooshSuck “Where is it?” And then she wobbled. “Ooo ... Head rush.”
“What would you know about head rush?”
Wasn’t me that asked ... was the helicopter pilot, the Nosy Lieutenant.
Tyche said, “My favorite episode of “Friends.” I have it on DVD.”
“It’s that lump ... oh wait ... you don’t know ... do you?”
“On the 65?” she said.
“You ... little Flintkote ... have too good a memory ... you were not even two when the 65 went into rebuild.”
“I’ve mentioned it before ... you did it ... I did it. The Sum of Generational Experience.”
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