Chapter 5Arthur hadn’t been kidding when he said it looked like one of those boats the commercial companies used for whale-watching trips. It was perhaps a little smaller than those that fit like fifty people, but it was still pretty big, and much more than I had expected.
Mary Sue.
“My dad’s friend named her after his first-born daughter and we never bothered to rename her,” Arthur explained as he got things ready for us to board. He put out a board from the deck to the open gate of the boat. “All right, you scurvy, walk the plank.”
My eyebrows shot up as I did just that. He grinned back, then once he crossed and boarded, he brought up the plank and settled in the boat.
“This is practically a yacht.”
“Hardly.”
“For me it is. Wow, this thing had to cost a pretty penny. And a lot to u
