Lewis Nixon looked completely in his element behind a pair of sunglasses, the Mediterranean wind blowing through his dark hair, ruffling his loose white shirt and khaki pants. He pulled in the sheet with an expert’s skill and let the sail tack to the port side, slowing the yacht to a drift. After securing the boom, he strode up to the bow of the Currahee and grinned at Dick, who sat gazing out at the isolated Greek islands and turquoise blue water.
Story Notes:Written in 2010.
Dick smiled up at him. “Aye aye, Captain.”