An hour later, Makayla looked over her shoulder as Tyrell came up out of the companionway. The sailboat was almost at a perfect standstill. She didn’t mind. She was enjoying the peace and quiet of the night.
“That has got to be the tiniest bathroom in the world,” Tyrell complained as he stepped gingerly up to the bow and sat down next to her. “If I wasn’t bumping my head, I was kissing my knees.”
Makayla giggled at the mental image that his words brought up in her mind. She imagined someone as big and tall as Tyrell would have difficulty in the tiny head. It was a tight fit for her, too.
“You have to plan how you are going in so you can get out without getting stuck,” she commented, lying back against the smooth surface. “It’s better than having to use a bucket.”
Tyrell’s face twisted
