Jack came into the cabin. “How we doing?” “What’s the radio frequency for Dial-a-Prayer?” He looked at the radar. “I think you need a higher frequency.” “Right.” “You got any more tricks up your sleeve?” “I’m thinking.” I asked him, “What’s happening below?” “Sara’s in the port stateroom, maybe catching some Zs. Felipe’s in the galley lightening our load of rum.” “He earned a drink.” “You want one?” “No. But you go ahead.” Jack remembered one of his T-shirts and said, “I only drink a little, but when I do, I become a different person, and that person drinks a lot.” I smiled.
