I climbed into the cockpit, stepping on tattered white cushions with a red starfish pattern. “These are in pretty bad shape.”
“That’s just cosmetic stuff. You have to look past that and see the beauty that lies underneath. Besides, that’s why we’re getting Marjorie Jane at such a bargain price.”
“And what exactly is a bargain when it comes to sailboats?” I asked as I sat at the other end of the cockpit.
“She’s a steal,” he said evasively. “Captain Dan says we’re lucky that we snapped her up before anyone else did.”
I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get a straight answer. I reached out and touched the wooden boards at the entryway to the boat. Red paint flaked off on my hands.
“That’s the companionway,” Scooter said. “You push back the hatch and pull out those washboards to get into th
