There was no longer any wind filling the sails. We were now just sitting still in the water. Cabin cruisers and motorboats zipped by - their waves rocking us back and forth. Neither Sally nor Randy seemed too concerned, but I knew it wouldn’t be long and the sun would start to set. There is no way I wanted to still be out here in the dark.
Randy pulled three more beers from the cooler and came over and joined Sally and me in the deck chairs. The three of us sat and sipped our beers, listening to the music and tourist chatter coming from the hotel patio just on shore.
I think Sally was reading my facial expression and body language and asked if I was really that nervous that the wind had not picked up. “I’m thinking of calling in to the coast guard and requesting a tow into shore.”
“Do they charge for that?” she asked.
Randy chimed in and suggested we offer them a couple of beers, but before any of us could respond, a seagull flew in and landed on the lid of the cooler. It just stood there and looked at us.
“That seems kind of friendly, don’t you think?” Sally said.
Randy replied, “I’ve heard of this. Seagulls are smart and if we pay attention, we might see that he’s trying to tell us something.”
“I think he’s just looking for food. They see people and they know there is food around.”
Sally gave Randy a smirk and said, “OK, smarty-pants, what is the bird trying to tell us?”
Randy scrunched up
his face and put an index finger to his head, like he was receiving some mental
message from beyond. Then he finally
said, “Yea, I got nothing.”
The sounds coming across the water from the hotel seemed a little louder.
"Are we drifting in closer, or are they just having more fun?" Neither Randy or I answered her. We were too focused on the bird. It had jumped up onto the rail and was now pecking on the wood.
Randy held up his hand, signaling us to be quiet. "Does anyone know Morse code?"
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