Selfish worked a 13-hour night shift
He got 4 ½ hours sleep the day before
He still wanted to travel for 3 more hours
HerShe brought up a fur ball
Dowager did too
No one's completely sure
Bossy may have brought up a fur ball
last trip too
"How ya doing?" Bossy asked. She was travelling in the step well. Dowager's 371 Jimmy and the sound of the water breaking off the bow, and the occasional squawk of the radio seemed all that composed the sound background prior to her speaking.
Selfish squared his shoulders, cleared his throat and responded with a firm smile, "I'll make it" he said.
The sun was shining. Dowager & Bossy & Selfish had maneuvered through a broken log boom & a sailing dinghy race, had bumped over several ferry wakes & were yet an hour away from their anchorage. The sky was big and blue, crossed with a jet stream & the wispy clouds were way off in the distance. The sleeping giants, the mountains, dozed at the shore, only one eye open, keeping watch. After they rounded Point Atkinson the water was glass.
"Good!" Bossy replied "I'm counting on it".
Dowager purred, Selfish Captained & Bossy was stopped, looking & listening.
Despite; everybody, everything, right then & there, it was good.