. sink.The boats that float still sink for many reasons; navigational difficulties, inclement weather, poor or inaccurate charts, dense fog, smoke fro... forest fires, and rocks and shoals ... and wrecks. Striking a sunken boat that wasn't there the last time you were accounted for other wrecks. 'Washed ashore next to the Betty Ann and went to pieces in the storm.'Grace and I were, surveying, in our own little way, the shallows. The 35 foot mark is the least water the 'Bulker' of the day, 1955,. Mr. Woodburn drove to the men and stopped in the parking lot near the door. I was wearing a simple, light-weight, spaghetti-strap dress that hung loosely and stopped at mid-thigh. Otherwise, I was wearing heels. Of course, that was all.They showed us into the kennel building. I was surprised, but perhaps I shouldn’t have been for a serious-minded business for pure-bred dogs. It was very clean and the smell of dog wasn’t overpowering. When questioned, they had six intact males old enough. Claude seemed to think the Dominican Republic was best though. “Dominican Republic? I don’t know.”“Okay, yes, good choice I agree, let’s pick a port, and then plot the route. How is your chest feeling?”“Better, thanks.”“Good, that was a close call. So, would you plot us a course? You are rather good with such things I think.”“Oh ... okay. Should we go to the north side or the south?”“How about Puerto Plata, on the north coast?”“Good idea,” Zara agreed, “then once we’ve got satnav and Internet. However, I could not hear what. John walked me to his truck and opened my door for me. I could not tell you the last time a man had done that for me. John got in, he told me where we were going, and I just nodded my head. As he drove, we talked about school but I was thinking and wondering just what Sherri had whispered into his ear. I had to know what she had whispered into his ear. As we pulled into the restaurant and parked I finally asked, “John what did my daughter whispered into your.