I'm excited to meet up with my brother Bob and we call each other a couple of times. We never reach each other but manage to leave messages for each other. His voice messages always appear with a delay of up to an hour. Just as we are heading into the harbor, I see another voice mail from Robert Rankin. Without listening to all of it, I call him and say, "Bob, we're just motoring into Pentwater. We're right at the buoys. I'm not going to talk any longer. I will call you once we have found a slip." I hang up and as Mark steers us through the channel, someone yells, "Slow down, you move too fast." I look over to the breakwater. It's Bob! What a welcome. What a thrill. My brother's first look at Speakeasy is as she maneuvers into Pentwater.
We have confusion about whether we're going to Charlies or Snug Harbor. All I know is that we need to get the lines ready and fenders out. Mark slows the boat to allow me to do this. Then I see Bob gesturing for us to come into a fairlane. Mark says, "Do you want to take her in?" Of course I do!
I take the helm. I think, "Slower is better. Don't over-steer. Don't overreact. Where's the wind? How strong is the current?" I am delighted to see my brother as well as another man on the dock. Mark gives me directions in his calm voice. I get to the slip without any problems.
I've done it! I have eased Speakeasy into a slip in the elegant and effortless-looking way she deserves!