THE SELF-SUFFICIENT SAILOR
Sea-fearing tales
Sam rushed on deck to meet us as soon as we rowed across the still starlit patch of water between our two boats. ‘Hey, good to see you two. When’d you get back? How was your delivery job? Climb on board and meet my wife. She’s decided to join me on this cruise.’
We secured our dinghy and went into the glowing oil-lit cabin on . Sam poured us a drink as he introduced his tanned, twinkling-eyed wife. ‘This is Beatty. She hasn’t done much cruising yet, but she’s giving it a try. I’m breaking her in the easy way. Short hops till she knows the boat. Now sit down and
