Chapter 30
Jacksonville, FL
WE SHOWERED AND dressed as quietly as we could Monday morning and were sitting at the table finishing our coffee when the captain walked in wearing a robe and slippers.
“Sorry we woke you,” I said.
“I’m a light sleeper,” he said, “and it’ll take me a couple of nights to get used to all of the sounds in this place.”
“We made enough coffee for you and Sarah,” Mike said.
“Thanks. I think I’ll take a cup out on the deck and listen to the stream.”
“It gets to you, doesn’t it?” I said.
“That it does. Sarah has already suggested that we put our lake house down in Keystone Heights on the market and look for something up here. We might as well—it’s been so dry for the last thirty years that the shoreline has receded at least two hundred feet from our dock.”
“If
