10 Tiger’s VoyageBalboa Yacht Club, twenty-three years ago…
The tiny Naples Sabot heeled to the Newport Harbor breeze, and Tiger shifted her weight to windward to keep it from capsizing. She was the smallest kid in the advanced class at the club. An advantage in light winds, but this time the wind was gusty and stronger than usual.
The two boats ahead of her were involved in a tacking duel on the way to the windward mark. Lisa and Mike were both tanned, blonde, and blue-eyed, like male and female versions of the same person, even though they weren’t related. SoCal bred them that way. They only cared about beating each other, nobody else existed. Tiger tacked away from them and called “Starboard” to indicate her right of way over the boy she was about to cut off.
“Tiggy, you’re on port t
