Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 48
“Wow ... this is NOT easy,” Tyche said. They were on the deck of the Basilisk.
“Nope,” said Surprise. “That’s the reason I have a windsurfer sail and mast ... practice.”
The Farr was out of the water and sitting in the portside trampoline. The boat was just heavy enough for the trampoline netting to cradle the small boat and keep it reasonably level. It would sway like it would in fairly calm water ... just like real conditions.
“Have you watched the race video?” Surprise said.
“I watched the build video and still pictures. For a 12 foot boat it’s awful light.”
“There’s a build video?” Surprise asked.
“According to what I saw ... there are several ways to build the forms and girder.”
“Wanna build one?” Surprise asked.
“Airplane?”
“Oh, yeah. Thought you might be interested in boats now.”
“Both,” said Tyche. “You have plans for the Farr?”
“I have ‘the kit,’” she said.
“The kit?” Tyke asked.
“Laser cut in New Zealand,” Surprise said. “I bought a bunch ... I thought I’d never finish building the darn things. I have some left.”
Seven said, “She did a good job, too. We love ours.”
“Will you quit that!” Not a question. A demand more like.
“Hi,” said Tyche. “Where is your boat? Do you all have one? We could have a class. How many do you have?”
They discombobulated. “Hi Tyche Selene. Surprise built seven boats for us.”
The discussion started.
Of course, it was more like a political debate ... everybody shouting all at once. Many different greetings for Tyche and depositions as to where each of them had their boat. Discussions about weight rules, sail area and windsurfer sails. The Powers that Be were claiming that Tyche would have an advantage because she was so small. She was claiming that she would be at a disadvantage ... smaller body so less sail area. Were they going to open the race for all Farr’s? How many were in the area and was there an inspector and a judge. Would they hold the race here or in Pentwater? Would spinnakers be allowed? Would there be prizes or trophies.
Tyche started kicking shins. “STOP!”
And they did.
“Get your boats,” she said. “Tonight!”
So ... overnight eleven 3.7 Farr racing dinghies materialized along the City Marina shore.
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