“It was a winter’s day, but off the coast of Newport, Rhode Island, the seas were deceptively serene. He loved the sea in winter, with its changeable moods. He wasn’t a fool. He didn’t intentionally run out into dangerous storms, but he’d brought more than one boat through a heaving nor’easter, and he loved the churning waves, the wind, and even the cold that came with the driving rain and stole into a man’s bones.But today was sweet! Crisp, cool air, the temperature hovering near forty degrees.... A soft breeze, just enough to fill his sails and power the Sea Maiden, who rode the water as if she floated on air. She was his favorite of all their boats. He even had her name tattooed on his arm.He hadn’t needed to take the Sea Maiden, of course. She was a sixty-footer, and none of those nouveau riche boys who earned their money in the city and came to Rhode Island to flaunt it would have taken her out for one passenger.One strange passenger.Eddie sat at the helm and glanced around.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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