Twenty-twoMiami Beach › Friday, December 5, 2008 › 08h10
Jayson awoke to the sound of Jake hollering, “Ahoy! Permission to come aboard?”
Unfamiliar laughter drifted into his berth through open portholes. He peered out from under the duvet, squinting against the morning sun streaking in like halogen. For a moment, he thought he was back on the Sea-no-Evil.
His heart raced.
It took a long moment for the fog in his brain to lift, while his mind worked backward in time, from the last thing he could remember: stumbling to his berth after a half-dozen beers and tequila shots. He closed his eyes, rolled off the mattress, and set his feet onto the teak flooring. He placed his elbows on his knees and dropped his head in his hands and sighed. Then a knock came at his door, echoing its hardwood f
