“Then you just might like the dessert.” He took the dirty dishes off the table and took them forward into the galley.
Sherman came into the cabin. “Ready to leave, Ms. Car?”
“You’re the boss. I’ve told you that before.”
“But I like to check with you first. You do sign my paycheck.”
“And the paycheck is for you to be the captain.”
He turned, laughing loudly, and went up to the pilothouse. I had told him repeatedly that he knew more about this ship than I ever would and so if he thought it was time to do something, just do it. It’s maddening when someone who knows what needs to be done waits to get permission to do it. If I knew a stock needed to be bought or sold and waited for someone to tell me I could do it, we might have already lost hundreds, even thousands of dollars.
“We’re lea
