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the Perigrine logs... part 1
the Perigrine logs... part 1
the Perigrine logs
Long before there was the Peregrine, Dylan and Bryan and I there was only the sea, little land and the world was at peace...
Today we have stories to tell and stories not to tell...
The day began at 6 am. By 9:30 we were out on the intracoastal heading for our adventure to Wilmington. Dylan, Sunny, Jeff and his two children, LoriBeth and Adam, and myself.
Heading out seemed quiet, hot but peaceful and calm. Fished a little with no luck. Yelled a lot at the kids to do this and not to do that and no wind in sight.
Arrived at Wilmington at Cotton Exchange and cooled off with the usual 1:00 cold one at the German bar.
We headed back about 2:00 and the perils began...
The water became quite choppy and whitecaps began to appear. Adam threw up. Sunny and LB were fine and loving the swells.
We were a bit concerned about the fuel situation until the Carolina Beach Marina came in sight. We did take our dingy but no extra gas which we won't take a chance on again. Our radio is fixed but no battery was charged yesterday. We seem to be sailing on the edge a lot lately but as our knowledge increases so does our confidence.
The line to the gas had a leak 1/2 through the trip but Dylan's expertise with electrical tape eased this problem as fast as it occured.
It was 90 today but not a cloud was in sight.
There was a sheen of cool dew on the white topsides of Perigrine as Dylan stepped aboard in his bare feet. A slight breeze blew the loose halyard running up the mast and it made a metallic clackclackclack against the extruded aluminum. The boat was a 1961 Lapworth designed sloop that he had bought for twenty-seven hundred dollars. The cabin was spartan; you couldn't stand up. There was a vberth with semihard cushions and water tank beneath. A Coleman stove and a small stainless steel sink with a handpump made up the galley. There was a porti-potty, which had never been used and a built in icebox.
He put the cooler aboard and sat on the damp cockpit seat drinking from a small styrofoam cup of coffee from the marina office. Steam rose up like an Indian smoke signal. Sunny, seven years old, was running up and down the docks, chasing seagulls and looking for the otter that had been wandering the deserted pier. It had hit the water with a SPLASH as he snuck up on it.
Daphne was coming today, all the way from Raleigh, and so was Jeff and his two children, LoriBeth, ten, and Adam, who was the same age as Sunny. Jeff had met Daphne once in Raleigh at a bar when he had visited when Dylan lived alone close to NCSU campus. The meeting was brief, really nothing more than a handshake and neither one had formed an idea in their mind of the other's personality.
It was to become as Nabokov says, a "tangle of thorns".
Daphne was like an unhealed wound to Dylan, the woman he couldn't live without though she still lived in Raleigh and he was here, at Carolina Beach, 120 miles away. They were still close friends and occassional lovers, but she lived her own life, and so did he. It was like two magnets of equal strength that were attracted together and the magnetism of one bled into the other, leaving them unbalanced. As nonchalant as he tried to be with her, whenever she left after a visit, he always felt drained and a melancholy, deep as the cloudless blue sky, settled on him and it was days before he could get her out of his mind. He hadn't seen her in over a month.
Kami had run Jeff off from her mother's house where they lived, not for the first time. To hear her talk to Dylan over the phone, and they talked every night, there was always a reason for them to separate, always some dull axe to grind in her mind. After twelve years of marriage and two kids they were becoming bored with each other. They both needed drama to permeate their lives.
Dylan drove out to the middle of the state where she stayed to visit at least once a week. The chemistry between them was still there, still strong as ever. Even after two kids her body was still firm as a young girl's. Their nights together were ...
Dylan's reverie was broken as Sunny ran barefooted clopclopclopping down the wooden dock.
Dylan looked at his young son as he stood breathless beside the boat. He jumped on board and it moved in the water.
"I want to halyard swing," Sunny said.
"They said not to do it here."
"Well, I want to."
"Go to the office and ask Nancy if its okay."
Sunny ran off across the dock and up the grassy hill to the office. He was almost to the door when he was ambushed by Adam and LoriBeth coming around the corner. They collided with a symphony of laughter.
Dylan watched Jeff as he closed the door on the big four door used Lincoln he had recently bought. That was why Kami kicked him out. There was a big smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk carrying a twelve pack of beer. He wore beach shorts and a white tshirt and as he got closer his topsiders were loud on the wooden dock. Stepping down into the boat sat down hard on the cockpit seat. I took the beer and wedged the cans into the ice filled cooler.
"Should be here soon," Dylan said.
He got up and walked to the bow to rig the anchor. The small boat danced on the water.
Daphne drove up in her gray BMW and the brakes squeeled as she suddenly stopped. She grabbed a big blue tote from the backseat and unhurredly walked towards them. She was thirty- two years old, never married, no kids. Her shoulder length dirty blond hair was clipped up to keep it from blowing in the light breeze. She wore a two piece bathing suit and her stomach had a slight pudge from the beer in which she regularly indulged. Her breasts spilled out of the top and Dylan stared at the tanline as she approached. Her rubber flip-flops clopped on the dock. She stepped aboard, handing the bag to Jeff.
"Let's go," she said.
The kids came running, agile LoriBeth in the lead, with her long legs, just like her mother's, effortlessly striding. Her hair was jet black, like Jeff's and she was a mixture of both their personalities. Dylan looked at her and imagined the beauty she would become. LoriBeth stopped in her tracks so fast the other two collided behind her with squeels of laughter.
"Hey, Daphne," Sunny said, without much enthusiasm.
She tightened her mouth like a stern aunt and then smiled.
Jeff introduced his children and they all shook hands, Adam blushing red with a hangdog expression. LoriBeth took to her immediately and followed her every word.
As I untied the dock lines, Jeff started the small outboard and we shoved off. It was 9:30.
to be continued here at this post
7/31/2006 10:36 am
okay, next entry please|
Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]
7/31/2006 10:50 pm
it's interesting ..to remember what you were doing when you first started a ..new work. when you hit a bump..you can look at the map again.