None of us get up before 9:00. We’re even groggier than the morning before, but the tension has been let out. After a leak, two run-agrounds, and moving the boat at 3:00 AM, nothing can faze us now. The owner arranged for a mechanic already and he and his bright-faced wife show up to poke, prod, and tinker. Our one helpful dinghy friend from the night before, Jameson, shows up again to see how we are and self-sacrificingly takes a load of ladies to the shore with changes of clothes, makeup and shower essentials crammed into tote bags. The others lower our own faithful dinghy and row to the dock. We must be the talk of the City Marina. I’m sure everyone around here knows that we ran aground last night; it’s a small town here
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