First morning jet lag was like a heavy beast in my head hanging on tight to my eyelids. I persuaded Dauphine out of my room where she’d bounded in to wake me up, telling her I needed to shower and change and then I’d meet her upstairs. The boat was moving. I sluggishly showered, rinsing my hair again, since I’d slept on it wet and woken up looking like a cast member from Sesame Street. I tied my hair in a low bun and pulled on a simple sundress I’d found on sale last fall while out shopping on King Street with Meredith. With my best friends on my mind, I checked my phone for a message.

Tabs: How was your first night?

I quickly typed back, cognizant of the time. It was late morning here already, and I had a little girl to look after.

Everything is great. Food delicious. Boat on the move. Jet lagged. I hope you’re good. Miss you. More later xo

I realized the sound of the engine was so loud because there was a door open in the hallway down to what looked like an engine room. The walls were cream and well lit. I peered down the metal stairs. “Got it?” a man’s voice said. I didn’t think it was Evan or Paco. “We’ll have to replace the ballbearing, over,” the British voice said and then the body it belonged to emerged—sandy haired, skinnier than Evan, and wearing a white polo and khaki shorts that now had black grease stains smeared in places. “Oh, hullo,” he said with a broad smile, revealing slightly crooked teeth when he saw me. He was young, but sea weathered. Perhaps an ex-surfer. “You must be Miss Marin.”

“I am.” I held out my hand.

He held up his black grease-covered one apologetically. “I’m Rod. I’m a deck hand. I missed you when you arrived yesterday, I was taking a bit of time off. Sorry about my hand being greased up. Just had a wee problem with one of the systems. No big deal.”

“No problem. Nice to meet you. When did you get on board?” I asked conversationally.

“Uh.” He scratched his head. “About five this morning, right before we set off.”

“Is that right? Well, I’ll leave you to it.” I waved and stomped up the stairs. Evan was going to get an earful from me. Imagine telling me no one could get on and off the boat for twelve hours before we moved? I growled.