Six
Back on the boat, I offered Lila a freshwater shower and a drink. She had pulled herself up into the dinghy laughing and giddy from the snorkeling, and her mood was infectious.
We both rinsed off and I changed clothes while Lila stretched out on the bow to sunbathe herself dry.
“What do you want to drink?” I called out the open hatch.
“Gin and tonic?”
“Ah, well, I don’t have any ice. Or cold tonic water. Or gin.”
Lila’s head poked through the hatch and she looked at me. “What do you have?”
“Sorry, I’m not much of the drunken sailor type.” I counted off my fingers. “Beer. Beer. Maybe some box wine? And for sure, I definitely have a thing of beer.”
She grinned. “Beer it is.”
I slipped two cold beers into koozies and brought them to the cockpit, where Lila met me. “Is it okay to
