The sun was still low in the east, just peeking through the tops of the trees. The wind hadn’t got up yet and the surface of the small bay was a mirror. The reflection of the water disturbed by my oars dappled Adriana’s hull. I marveled again at her lines; that sweeping sheer, the elegant transom, the curve of her bow. Carol appeared from the cabin and looked for me, shielding her eyes; she found me and waved. The dinghy nudged the sand and I shipped the oars, Henry jumped ashore, darted here and there, sniffed, pissed against a felled tree trunk and then stood rigid, looking back at me, tail wagging, anticipating. I stepped out and pulled the dinghy a little way up the shore, found a piece of driftwood, an old tree branch, and hurled it along the beach. Henry dashed after it, snatched it up, dropped it, savaged it and then ran back to me with it in his mouth. I tried to take it from him but he wanted to fight over it. I grabbed one end of the branch and lifted, he wouldn’t let go, his little legs pedalled wildly in the air but his jaws were firmly clamped. I lowered him back to the ground, released my grip on his branch and he dashed off with it, triumphant.
I looked out at Adriana now bathed in the morning sun and was a swirl of emotions; happiness, pride, trepidation. Today we would set sail on an adventure, an odyssey. Our course would take us from this small anchorage in a creek on Chesapeake Bay to points south; to Florida and then to the Bahamas, Hispaniola and the Caribbean.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step – Lao Tzu