The take was good. The entire afternoon was good. Golden and brown as rolling ship timbers, as the laughter when Tim and Leo ran up to the railing to strike a Titanic-inspired pose. As the charged simmering instant when Jason reached out instead of merely nodding, before going off to that gun drill, and waited.
Colby put his own hand, Will’s hand, into Jason’s; Jason bowed over it, an old-fashioned courtly tribute, and let go.
Colby, breathless, did not remember lines immediately; he and Will watched Jason move away, and trembled with too many emotions.
Jillian, naturally, seemed pleased.
Colby got to leave first, a shorter day; Jason would stay to have intense conversations with some of his fellow shipmates in various lighting, daytime and nighttime and tropical-evening haze. They’d w
