Join Emilie and Solange on board Lazy Moon
I reached for her hand and pulled her close to me behind the wheel. She draped an arm around my shoulder, a little stiffly at first and for a moment, together but with different eyes, churning different thoughts, we looked in the same direction, straight ahead, beyond mast and pulpit.
We eventually lost ourselves in a rare moment of total connectedness with the seascape around us. Wispy cotton-strand clouds stretched ahead.
The wind was blowing firmly but steadily. A few isolated white caps were cavorting towards us, still thin and unthreatening.
Under the afternoon sun, thick cords swelled and glistened on port side as so many silverbacks undulating away from us. The watery seal of the afternoon moon was hovering above the mast. “Here, have a feel of the wheel.”
I had eased myself away from the wheel and pulled her gently into position in front of me. “It’s a different feel than when motoring. Just keep it going as it is.
Two hundred and thirty degrees on the compass.” She glanced at the instrument and smiled as she spread her hands in a comfortable quarter to three positions, feeling the gentle tug under her palms. She snuggled back against me. We gave in to the sway of the boat and rocked gently with it, her back against my chest. I nuzzled her hair, hands crossed over her stomach.
Behind us, the rubber dinghy made wet slapping, gulping sounds while sighing and whispering a curious monologue in a tongue only comprehensible to the waves that lapped its soft underbelly.