." Where's help?" I don't know."He closed his eyes again.Eventually, I got to my feet, and looked around us. There was a box nearby, water soaked. It ...ppeared to be on its side, and the top was busted out.It suddenly started to click. Did they try to pull a "Misunderstood" by Bon Jovi music video thing or what? Stick us in the box in the ocean and let us float to wherever? It appeared that we had floated up the coast, with the temperature and all.I walked for a few minutes (or more like. I have a new theory for my Zelazny fansite: Corwin of Amber was really pussywhipped. What do you think of that, boys?’ He giggled manically. Charlie put down his beer. ‘This free spirit has just decided to walk through his open door to read his kids a bedtime story, then see what he can do for the most beautiful woman in the world. Good night.’ He stalked from the room, Brendan’s and Nathan’s eyes followed him all the way out, then returned to the game. ‘Charlie’s really changed in the past. " She heard that multiples of times. On the lakes you can't even dump your grey water tank.Canned goods by the ton but only enough fresh to get between ports. National Geographic send monogramed shorts, tee shirts, foul weather gear and nifty going ashore wear. Almost but not quite uniforms.They did make the deadline. By three in the afternoon the boat motored out the channel and set sail for Ludington.Ludington is only 20 miles or so up the coast (up being North and down being South.) So we. You spend several moments just looking at him, soaking in the details of his face, smile, eyes, and forehead. You hardly notice he is doing the same with you. After sitting on his couch, listening to Frank Sinatra’s soft voice float across the room in counterpoint to the still cascading rains the world seems without blemish. Just a few moments into your conversation you realize three hours have passed, two bottles of Merlot have been drank and there is no place better to be in all of the world..