I was comatose in the amidships master stateroom of a 38-foot motorsailer, lulled to sleep by the gentle lapping of Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay. The combination hit me like a jab and a cross, startling me awake: voices and the whine of an engine, followed by my hull’s weight shifting.
Wake-Up Call
May 07, 2024
2 minutes
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