Six
My first week had flown by. Every day was busy from dawn to dusk, planning out the menus for the upcoming charter week or helping Roy with crew meals. We were transitioning into a long-term, stable working relationship. Roy was deferring to me, accepting my suggestions, and asking for advice.
And I had met most of my vendors and had sources for everything on my list for the upcoming week. Roy and I had gone over the entire inventory and made sure the boat was well stocked. When I suggested a change in organization from how the past chef kept things, Roy took it in stride.
Thankfully, I had received messages from my friends on Eik—Jonas was including me in the regular email updates on their position, Lila had gleefully announced that her and Eivind’s wedding was going to happen in Ne
