It’s not going as quickly as I’d like, but it’s going. Here’s an excerpt from the novel I am writing. . . not set up, no context, but I hope you get a feel for the visuals. LR
The storm passed quietly just as the sun touched the horizon. Logan let go of the death grip he’d held on the helm and permitted himself to relax for the first time in twelve long hours. To the west, the storm clouds that bruised the horizon had given way to long strips of pale blue and gold, giving the sun a window to shine through for the last few moments of the day. Even the wind had quit. The waves that had nearly toppled the Lilleth only a few minutes before, fell back into the sea, smoothing out like silken sheets.
“Is it over?” Lindy called from under the canvas.
Logan rushed to the deck, quickly releasing the tie-down ropes at the corners of the canvas. “Lindy! You made it?”
“Let me out, please? I can’t take it under here anymore.”
Logan flipped back the heavy canvas and held a hand out to her. She looked smaller, her eyes large peeking up from the deck. Her soaked hair clung to her face in wild tangles, but otherwise she seemed unharmed. “You’re ok!”
“Yeah . . . I think.” She grasped his hand to pull herself up. “Any damage?”
Logan pulled her up, then drew her to himself, hugging far harder than he intended, or expected. “You’re ok.” She allowed him to hug only briefly before pushing away. He felt the heat rise to his face and released her, quickly turning his attention back to the helm. “Sorry. I’m just glad, you didn’t get washed over. Would be difficult to explain that to your father.”
Her hand touched his shoulder. “Hey, it’s ok.” She nudged his arm, to get him to turn.
He grasped the wheel tight, willing himself not to look at her. She let go, and he felt his heart fall. She’s not supposed to be part of this.
“Is it safe to go below? I’d like to get cleaned up, you know? Get some dry clothes on.”
He nodded, still not turning until he heard the creak of the hatch opening. “Lindy—”
She paused, looking. “What?”
“I’m…sorry. It should not have happened. And…I can’t…”
“What? You can’t what? Stand me?”
“No! No that’s not it. Once we get to the Sow, everything will change. I’ll change. I can’t be—”
“Oh, so that’s it. This is the speech then? ‘I’m too old for you, this isn’t right, it shouldn’t be, it’s wrong, it’s immoral, it’s fattening?’ right? Do you think I had no part in what happened? Do you think I’m that stupid?”
“No,” he turned away. “No. You’re anything but stupid. I’m not doing this right.”
“Logan, look at me.”
“What happened, happened. I’m not ashamed, and I don’t regret it.”
“There is so much you don’t know.”
“I know how I feel, and I know it was my choice. That’s all I need to know.” A small grin spread to the corner of her mouth. “But if it’s what I think it is that’s really bothering you. Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So you’re a late bloomer.”
He jolted at that. “What do you mean?”
“Your secret is safe with me. So you’re a forty-ish year old virgin. I think it’s hot.”
His face warmed greatly and he was thankful for the sinking of the sun to hide the crimson in his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant…but, uh…you can tell that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I can tell. Are you alarmed to know I have some experience? Do you think less of me?”
“No, of course not. I’m amazed is all. What gave me away?”
She smiled and headed to the hatch to go below. “I had to show you where,” she said then disappeared into the cabin.
Logan stood, dumbfounded by the whole turn of events. He still could not believe he ever let her come with him on this of all voyages. The Sow was dangerous in normal times, but in these times? Was he mad? And to let things go, as they did—he shuddered, huddling his arms around himself against a sudden easterly breeze. The bulk of the box in the breast pocket pressed against his arm as if to remind him of its presence. He felt the low vibration and the glow trying to break through from the lid. He pressed it closer to himself and whispered, “What have I done?”
As if in response, a long low rumble of thunder echoed in the east, a reminder that though he had weathered this storm, there would be many more and far worse ones to face once they reached the lip of The Sow. And Lindy was going to be part of it, whether he liked it or not.