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"Come on, Katie," Cat cajoled, "we'll be there in time for lunch, we'll
get the alternator fixed, and we'll be back at sea again by dinnertime.

What do you say?"

Katie shrugged.

"Well, okay," she said, reluctantly, "I guess I could use a shower,
myself."

"You're on," Cat said, switching off the autopilot.

"Showers for everybody. Stand by to come about." He put the helm over,
tacked the boat, sheeted in the headsail, and, using his palm across the
compass rose on the chart, set a rough course for Santa Marta. The women
started below.

"You want some breakfast?" Katie called back.

"Well, as long as you're up," Cat grinned.

"Oh, I'm up, all right."

"So am I," Jinx echoed.

"I'll give you a hand with the pancakes. You do want pancakes, don't
you. Cat?" "Need you ask?" Katie said.

"He really needs to put on some weight." They disappeared below.

Cat placed an exploratory hand on his belly. Well, maybe he was getting
a little thick about the middle, but hell, he was hungry. He wasn't sure
what he weighed at the moment, but he reckoned it must be at least
twenty pounds over his usual two hundred and twenty. He was a tall man,
though, six-three in his bare feet; he could carry a few more pounds.

He sat back, steered the boat by hand, and tried to think if he had ever
been happier. He had not. He had thought he was too old to be this
happy. He'd had the boat built in Finland by Nautor and shipped to Fort
Lauderdale, where he had supervised the installation of the electronics
himself.

Katie and Jinx had joined him, and they'd shaken the boat down, cruising
down the islands as far as Antigua before're provisioning and starting
for the Canal. Once through, they would take a few days to haul the boat
out, scrub the bottom, and make any last-minute repairs before pointing
toward the South Pacific. After that they would have another eighteen
months of his two-year leave of absence from the business to
circumnavigate the world.