They are in an argument over forty cents. A dollar EC, which is Eastern Caribbean Dollars. Somehow they each paid a Buoy boy the dollar. In my mind, I beg them to stop. I will give them the one EC to stop. I will give them 100 ec to stop.
We are moving to another anchorage. It should take 20 minutes to batten down and leave. It takes 2 and a half hours. Vern must do everything himself. A line dangles down. He grabs for it. It moves. It swings back. Misses again. This last for ten minutes. I am known to exaggerate, but I am not. Ten minutes. Dangle miss dangle miss. I sit next to him. I could snatch it in a second. I'm not allowed. Vern is captain and he will yell in his monotone way to let him do it his way.
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