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liked sailing, but my Ed did. He was fond of sailing and so I
went with him every time he went.
know the first thing about sailing, so no one ever let me do
anything. I simply sat on the deck and became bored. And if
the weather was hot and the sun shone, I became bored and sick
with the heat. If I went below deck, I became bored and
nauseated, because of the lack of fresh air. If the weather
was bad, I became bored and seasick.
didn't like sailing, but my Ed did. And I think it's important
to follow your man wherever he goes. Follow your man, always,
forever, until the end of time.
the reason I was aboard the 'Golden Mermaid' on that fateful
day in October. Good sailing weather, my Ed said. For me it
meant the sun was burning and the blustery wind made me
squeamish. And bored, did I mention bored? Nothing to do than
to stare at the sky and the sea and the waves.
there was something else that made me unhappy. I couldn't lay
a finger on it, but there was something in the air that made
the hair on my neck stand on end.
sailed, or rather my Ed sailed and I sat. The wind got
stronger and some storm clouds began to form.
better head back to the harbour," my Ed said. I didn't reply.
There was no need to do so. He was the expert.
had disappeared now and the wind was getting stronger. I felt
my breakfast churn inside my stomach.
weather worsened quickly now, a full-fledged storm had
overtaken us. My Ed came over to where I was sitting.
safe than sorry, honey," he said and helped me into my life
jacket. "I'll attach you with this safety line to the boat,
that way I don't have to worry about you being washed
my head on his hand for a moment. If my Ed said it was OK,
then it was OK. But it wasn't OK.
enormous wave rose in front of the boat and before we could do
anything it crashed down on top of us. And suddenly that
safety line wasn't so safe any more. For tons of water were
pushing the boat... and me...deeper and deeper under the
struggled, I fought, but the weight of the water was still
pushing me under. The pressure began hurting my chest and my
ears. And I needed air. My lungs were filling with water. I
was drowning. But now the boat was dragging me down, till
finally the safety line snapped and slowly I rose to the
head broke the water, the first things I did was cough and
breathe. Wonderful oxygen. And then I looked around. No sign
of the boat, no sign of my Ed. Only a piece of board floating
on the waves a couple of feet away.
I swam to
it and crawled on top of it. There I sat and I never saw my Ed
or any other thing from the boat again.
urge to live strong? It would have been so easy. Just to let
myself slip into the sea and watch the board float out of
I was far
from the shipping lanes, far from inhabited land. No food, but
after a few days I wasn't so hungry any more. No water, that
was worse. Certainly in the daytime as the sun burned down.
Not that the nights were any better. Never knew that tropical
nights at sea could be so cold. Shivering, I lay on top of
that board and always that thirst... the thirst was driving me
insane. Yes, it would have been so easy, but I didn't do it.
did I stay on that board? How long did I float around? I don't
know. Everything all blurred together after a while. And
then...something changed. I suddenly realized that I was no
longer afloat. I was on solid ground! I don't know how long it
had been since I'd run up on to this beach.
At last I
summoned up the strength to make a couple of paces, and
collapsed on the sand. The sun was burning.
footsteps, footsteps that began to run. And then a velvety
what happened to you?"
my eyes, I saw a handsome man bending over me. Mid-thirties,
dark-haired and his eyes... cobalt blue eyes stared into
mine... and I forgot everything that had happened. The man
kneeled down and stroked my head.
in that storm?" He asked. "Were you washed overboard? My God,
that was almost a week ago!"
his arms around me and picked me up.
my head so I could stare at those eyes. And so I could hear
the steady thumping of his heart. Bliss, sheer bliss.
closed my eyes again. I knew I was safe.
eyes' was in peak condition. He'd run from that beach, bolted
up a long staircase and still wasn't out of breath when he
burst in to a room where a grey-haired man, startled, dropped
the newspaper he had been reading.
her on the beach," said 'cobalt eyes'. "I think she was in
grey-haired man slammed his hand down on his desk. "Brains,"
he barked, "Sickbay. On the double." And 'grey-hair' followed
was a room where a young man with glasses helped 'cobalt eyes'
laying me down on a stretcher. Stuttering, he fired several
questions to 'cobalt eyes', my... my 'cobalt eyes'.
stuttering man with the glasses ran his hands along my body.
br-br-broken, S-scott," he said, "no int-t-ternal bl-bleeding.
Dehydrated. I'll g-g-give her s-some fl-fl-fluid."
of a needle made me whimper. The man with the cobalt blue
eyes, my man with the cobalt blue eyes, my... my Scott stroked
going to be OK," he said.
grey-haired man disappeared behind a door and soon after, I
heard the noise of running water.
make t-that water t-t-too cold, Mr Tracy," called the man with
temperature." Came the muffled answer.
lower than that, I-I t-think," answered 'glasses man'.
put his arms around me and carried me through the door
'grey-hair' had disappeared through. It was a bathroom.
'Grey-hair' knelt near the bath. He had rolled up a
shirtsleeve and stuck an elbow in the water.
a c-c-rude method-dology to t-test temp-perature, Mr Tracy,"
said 'glasses man'.
you're in a hurry to bath a bunch of kids, Brains,"
'grey-hair' said gruffly, "It works fine.
lowered me into the water, which was cool and soothing to my
skin. But as the water level rose I had trouble keeping my
head above water. I panicked. I was back in the sea. I
couldn't breathe. I struggled. The pressure of the water was
crushing my chest. My lungs were filling with water. I was
stepped fully clothed into the bath, sat down and rested my
head on his knees, "Shh, calm down, I'm not going to let
anything happen to you. So, this is better, isn't? Hush now,
'Grey-hair' knelt down and looked over the rim of the bath.
"She swallowing, try to see if she can drink something,
I swallowed a little water. Wonderful water. I closed my eyes
morning my Scott took me for a walk. And as we returned to the
villa, I saw a friendly looking brown-eyed man standing on the
terrace sipping coffee. He looked at me.
some dog you got there, Scott," he called out.
and I walked up to him.
friendly looking brown-eyed man went down on his haunches and
let me sniff his hand, before he ran his hands over my body.
lot of German Shepherd in her," he said.
I'll call her Michelle, Virg," said my Scott, putting his arm
friendly looking brown-eyed man scratched my ears.
you forgetting something?" he said.
asked my Scott.
Lo-ook what followed me hooooooooome? Can I keep her? Pu-le-ease?"
The friendly looking brown-eyed man drawled in a high-pitched
Virgil," said my Scott, "I'm not going to ask, I'm telling.
Michelle is here to stay."
my tail. It was good to have a man again.