Coming Again

have a drink; this is Nina and Jodi.”

By the second beer, RD and Richard had replayed every sail change of the 1982 race, taking Isha and Jodi to the edge of consummate boredom. Finally RD was able to get to it.

“Dick, you’re an Aussie ~ Sydney, by any chance?”

“My town, mate.”

“I’ve been trying to locate a dude named Grady. My owner is talking about a charter down there next year, and people tell me Grady is the guy to see.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Grady. Sure. I can get a number for you. He’s in Miami right now, actually. He’s got a boy driving one of the race boats.” armed thugs coming aboard to unscrew the fucking keel…damn! Andy was finding it difficult to whisper and yell at the same time.

“Not gonna happen,” Grady said. “That would alert the whole crew to something very fishy going on. Then they’d have to kill everybody, and I don’t think that’s what they want to do. No worries. I figure they’ll strike when you hit the dock at the park. First boat in, makes it easy. Well done, by the way. I hear Ram died in the Doldrums. Nearly two days. Poor bastards. Better them than you. Okay, here’s what I want you to do…”

Andy was finding it difficult to whisper and yell at the same time.

Isha had a mouthful of beer. When she heard this, she nearly blew it all over the table.

“No kidding?” RD said. “Yeah, that would be great. What boat?”

“All American. They’re doing well. Could win it.”

“You’re nuts!” Andy said to his father after hearing that he’d sent Martin to bullshit RD and tell him Grady was Andy’s father, give him Grady’s phone…Jesus! And also what the hell! The next thing he could expect was a RIB full of

After their bout with the whale, All American had negotiated Mona Passage without incident. The wind had decreased, as predicted, but they’d maintained enough headway to handle the nasty chop. They had finally broken free. The easterly had freshened as they’d approached the north side of Puerto Rico. From there, it was a cakewalk around the Bahamas until they turned left for Miami at Spanish Wells. From there, the sixty miles to the finish a mile off the entrance to Government Cut was a joyride. The boys used the time to get the boat organized so no chores would prevent them from jumping ashore when they landed. The gun as they crossed the finish line confirmed