Fifteen
Eivind dropped Jonas off at Welina early in the morning, and Jonas brought with him a small duffel bag full of clothes and his own deck harness. He stepped aboard and handed me a container of strawberry jam pastries, a gift from Marcella. Even though Welina was so much slower than Eik, we were leaving together to exit the pass at slack tide.
I had coffee ready, and Jonas and I ate our breakfast in the cockpit as Eivind raised their dinghy and the rest of the crew puttered around on deck, preparing the boat for the short passage. I had already tackled a lot of things last night while I couldn’t sleep, so Welina was nearly ready to go.
I shifted around on the cushion, sipping my coffee. Jonas completely absorbed himself with the pastry, relaxed and comfortable. I wondered if he wa
