Water water everywhere

The storm of the century blew in as Peg and I set forth on our sea adventure. It wasn't the open sea, and that is a good thing but, deep and cold enough in the narrows and channels. We left Maple Bay at 11:00 am aboard her 35 ft trawler Time Thief into calm waters and cloudy skies. We didn't have to tangle with a ferry or buck high winds and the crossing was pleasant. The weather disintegrated after we tied up in Telegraph Marina on Thetis island. But she maneuvered her boat to the dock like the pro she is. This was more to the astonishment of the men standing by to help than to her astonishment with her new confidence I felt she had. She used the bow thrusters for a little push and in one move we were tied up.
Thetis is only a couple of hours away from Maple Bay but the distance wasn't the issue. The reason for the trip was for Peg to Captain the boat for her Mike who had passed away and whose ashes she was going to sprinkle over the water just off Tent island. And to do it without help. Believe me when I am your crew you are doing it without help! I was promoted from galley bitch to fender hauler in a short time and then I held the post of first mate and dog holder. Did I mention that the Yorkies sailed with us? Brave little guys who knew I didn't know what I was doing and after I dropped Charlie Yorkie in the drink, they stayed well away from me until they needed a hot water bottle at night.
The yacht club members greeted us with appies and drinks and the first night was underway. I did my best to keep up the rum drinking but eventually the clock caught up with me and we made up our beds and went to sleep. My bed was over the diesel heater. I woke up in a sweat to the tune of the fans which sounded to me like we were about to take off down a runway. The waters were calm and so I couldn't even sleep in a rocking motion. The next morning after a group breakfast we were all back on our boats battening down the hatches for the huge winds that blew up. A stray sailboat found shelter in one of the few slips that were open and the passengers all looked soaked to the skin.
Up to the pavilion for a roast pig that night but only the intrepid, the youth or the rummed up could bear the cold winds. We were back in the boat talking and paying Bananarama. The next morning, no one lingered and visited, we knew a bad storm was brewing and we hied off across the strait. 4 ft waves the other boaters were saying and it was a rough ride. Peg put the boat on Autopilot and went to the swim deck to sprinkle Mike and the rose petals. A huge rainbow lit up the water and the waves rose up and tumbled us side to side. I couldn't hold the wheel and the rose petals blew back inside the boat.

Did I mention that Peg has a very bad hip and she is in constant pain. She is getting a birthday hip on the 3rd of December but until then she is swinging her leg and limping up and down the ladders and the decks.
With a death grip on the helm (just kidding), we proudly motored back to Maple Bay where Peg got a round of praise from her fellow yachts people.