Twenty-Two
Despite having a day off, we all needed to eat. Roy and I pulled out platters of meats and cheeses and laid them on the outdoor dining table.
Nan and Bryce, still wet from the rope swing, joined us for lunch. The two Americans were a bit younger than I was, and very polite, thanking us for the food and gushing over what fun they were having. They both looked around at Themis wide-eyed, and Toby promised them a tour once we’d all dried off.
“What do you both do in Corfu?” Seb asked.
“We work on a sailing yacht,” Nan said, “but a much smaller one.”
“Oh, like one of the charter boats?” Bok asked.
Nan took a bite of her sandwich and Bryce chimed in. “No, it’s privately owned. We don’t do any charters, but we’re a full live-aboard crew. The owners fly in for a few weeks at a ti
