Ten
I watched Eik raise its anchor and motor off toward the pass. It was a little early for the slack tide, but Jonas was watching the conditions for me and reporting back. I myself had an ulterior motive; I didn’t want the crew of Eik to see me get the anchor up myself.
I had done it a handful of times, but it was ungainly and hard. Without Eik in view, I could do whatever I needed to do to get the anchor up.
Driving the boat forward, I tried to get her to hover over the anchor. I hustled to the bow and it was a complicated dance of pushing the button to haul the chain up electronically, lying on my belly to get the chain out of the way in the locker, and keeping an eye on our position.
Finally the anchor was up and secure. I quickly went back to the helm and swung the bow out toward
