One of the sailors was Michael, the man who had been elected the seamen’s leader back on the Pirate’s Gift when they were trying to get paid. He d...ubled as as the voice of the common seamen. Besides him, we had a couple more work-crew leaders as supervisors and maybe officer trainees.We didn’t raise any sails for our trip downriver. We just followed the current and used the oars as needed to stay clear of all the mud banks. The channel was not at all clear to me. Even when I was ready to run. I looked around before as I entered his office, to see who was still around and it looked deserted.I was told to sit and have a drink, which I did.After, a bit of harmless flirting on his part, and of mine back to him.Things at the Hotel changed for the better, for me.He told me how hot I looked and that he could make things a little less stressful for me if only if I was interested in weekly liaisons.“Liaisons” I asked, and saw his bulge in his pants.Then it clicked, I gave him a wink and. "Brian and Bill started laughing. "Hey Bill, thanks for the directions. How did you know to do that?" I learned the hard way. I lost my ship on the Western side of the opening." Where in the hell are we anyway?" Welcome my friends to what's left of Atlantis. You are smack dab in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Welcome to your new home. This, as far as I can tell is the Triangle form of 'Hotel California.' You can check in, but can never check out."Brian looked at his old friend. "I don't. At least he would make sure that Mikie had something to eat every night.The family was dysfunctional and Dr. Zaaijer knew it. But in Dr.Zaaijer's unique way in the end they would become a model, traditionalfamily.It wasn't until the third session that Dr. Zaaijer started to work on thefamily.Dr. Zaaijer had to go slow with all of them. At first he seemingly didwhat any good therapist would do. He got the family together and hadthem talk to each other about what they thought was the problem.