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Demetrius
His head on a pillow, Demetrius drifted in a state of semi-consciousness. The blow to his head had jogged his memory…
Rampant excitement filled the odd fun-seeking trio. Major Conroy, stationed in Athens, Greece took his two sons, sixteen and twelve, fishing. In the marina, yacht-sized cabin cruisers, sailing and fishing vessels, moored to gray pier pilings, bobbed in cadence on the lazy green water. A sputtering outboard tenuously eased a fishing boat between two others out to the harbor.
“Wow! Look at that one,” David said. He pointed to a fifty-foot sailboat. Its masts reached high into the sky.
“Bet you can’t climb up the crow’s nest.” Junior dared.
David pondered the danger before dashing for the boat. “Your baseball glove says I can,” he yelled over his shoulder.
