Fatal Impact (Chapter 18)

 
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Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Christopher spent an endless night tossing and turning on the hard and painfully thin mattress. Finally, he gave up his attempt to get some meaningful sleep and decided to brave the inlet after all. He stood to slip on his jeans, then paused before the porthole when he caught the rays of the rising sun just as it broke over the tree line on the opposite side of the bay. The sun stood alone in a sky of deep baby blue. It's going to be a good day for sailing, he thought. Or, at the very least, it did not look like there was any rain in sight.

He pushed open the wooden hatch and stepped out onto the deck. The cool morning air filled his lungs, and he felt suddenly refreshed despite the lack of sleep. It was a brand new day and the start of a journey that would hopefully lead to a big pot of gold. He folded his arms and leaned against the mast.

"What are you doing here?" he mumbled to himself. After so much time spent alone, he was starting to talk to himself more and more. He would ask himself advice, and then give it right back; he was fast becoming a mumbling old man on a park bench. Yeah, and this crazy boat trip to nowhere won't help break the habit. The marina was still quiet and peaceful. A low hanging mist hovered over the dark water, reminding Christopher of the legend of Loch Ness.

 
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