nis (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nis_) wrote,@ 2005-05-20 02:30:00 |
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Crab Leg
There wasn't much time. The storm would be in, in about fifteen minutes, and that would be it.
Brokenhearted but determined, Oliver set course for the lighthouse. It was getting on towards dusk; you could see most people were already dining at outdoor tables at the marinas as they headed back out to sea.
Earlier, they'd run aground; the tide was running out more swiftly then, and they'd been well out of channel. They argued about 'red right returning' -- it was almost comical. He'd kept his mouth shut when he saw the shallows; Oliver was the captain and it was up to him.
Neither one really gave a damn; after all, this was sailing. It wasn't production-oriented, like the rest of their lives. The entire point was indolence. And they were good at it.
There wasn't much time. The storm would be in, in about fifteen minutes, and that would be it.
Brokenhearted but determined, Oliver set course for the lighthouse. It was getting on towards dusk; you could see most people were already dining at outdoor tables at the marinas as they headed back out to sea.
Earlier, they'd run aground; the tide was running out more swiftly then, and they'd been well out of channel. They argued about 'red right returning' -- it was almost comical. He'd kept his mouth shut when he saw the shallows; Oliver was the captain and it was up to him.
Neither one really gave a damn; after all, this was sailing. It wasn't production-oriented, like the rest of their lives. The entire point was indolence. And they were good at it.
