When I was young, I spent a lot of time on the water. My family had a sailboat and my parents were teachers, so we spent the summers sailing around Florida and the Caribbean. Most of the stories I dreamed up as a child took place around salt water.
This story is a sort of remembrance, a memorial for a group of dear sailing friends that met regularly during the seventies. My parents went out sailing with their friends every Wednesday night of my childhood unless the weather was stormy and sometimes even then. I remember one night so cold that we children huddled around a kerosene heater in the cabin in a futile attempt to get warm. So much for balmy Florida winters. The characters are not the same, but I drew on a few memories to color in the details. I hope you enjoy reading about Elof and Reenie Gyse’s struggle as much as I enjoyed the writing.