The Night Crew
“Creek lived in a town house in Marina Del Rey with two Egyptian Mau cats, seven hundred sailing books and a billiards table he claimed had been stolen from the set of a James Cagney movie. He still wasn’t answering the phone, and Anna suspected that he’d be on his boat.
Lost Dog was a centerboard S-2/7.9 with a little Honda outboard hanging off the stern, and Creek had sailed it to Honolulu and back. On his return, Anna had presented him with a Certificate of Stupidity, which hung proudly i...n the main cabin, over the only berth big enough for Creek to sleep on.
Anna dumped her car in a parking lot, walked across the tarmac to the basin, down the long white ramp, through the clutching, pleasant odors of algae and gasoline. She spotted the Lost Dog ’s kelly-green sail covers, so at least he wasn’t out sailing.
He was, in fact, down below, installing a marine head where he’d once carried a Porta Potti.
‘‘Creek,’’ she called, ‘‘come out of there.’’ Creek poked his head up the companionway.MoreLess
Lost Dog was a centerboard S-2/7.9 with a little Honda outboard hanging off the stern, and Creek had sailed it to Honolulu and back. On his return, Anna had presented him with a Certificate of Stupidity, which hung proudly i...n the main cabin, over the only berth big enough for Creek to sleep on.
Anna dumped her car in a parking lot, walked across the tarmac to the basin, down the long white ramp, through the clutching, pleasant odors of algae and gasoline. She spotted the Lost Dog ’s kelly-green sail covers, so at least he wasn’t out sailing.
He was, in fact, down below, installing a marine head where he’d once carried a Porta Potti.
‘‘Creek,’’ she called, ‘‘come out of there.’’ Creek poked his head up the companionway.MoreLess
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