CHAPTER ELEVEN
We arrived at the pier and found Bailey on the stern deck. He looked up as we walked down the boardwalk and gave us a great big grin. “Well, ain’t this a surprise. Back already, captain?”
“And ready for another voyage,” Ben confirmed as he helped me down the gangplank.
Bailey picked up the washcloths he was using to scrub the deck. “Alright, captain. Just gimme a few minutes to clean up here and I’ll send ya on yer way.”
He was as good as his word, and in a few minutes we were drawn away from the dock and into the open waters of the Bella River. I sat at the stern with Ben at the aft with one arm draped over the rudder steering. A soft breeze wafted over me and a deep sigh escaped me.
“Kind of beats being in an office. . .” I murmured.
“What was that?” Ben calle
