The Maiden Voyage
Alexander Shakhnovsky says, “It’s a fine day for a maiden voyage.”
Captain DeWitte “Buddy” Greer, “How’s about a boat ride?”
Supper’s on the stove. Let’s go!
But no sooner are we out of the harbor and in open water that a thunderstorm, notorious on Lake Texoma, blows up. Lightning strikes to port.
Lightweight strikes straight ahead with Dale at the helm.
Lightning strikes to starboard.
“Damn the torpedoes!” Capt. Greer decried. “We’ll outrun the damned thing!”
Then all of a sudden, an alarm fired beneath the helm. “Wassat?” Greer asked as Dale descended into the deckhouse and engine room below to see what was the matter.
Our guests scuttled in right behind him, taking shelter in the deckhouse and looking at the overtaking storm through the windows.
Gene and Connie decided to pour a drink.
The alarms are screaming, Dale is buried in the engine room trying to figure out the problem, and the clouds break.
Alexander took over the helm and sang, “The monkeys have no tails in Zanzarabia,” as the clouds parted.
The transmissions, trying to outrun a storm, overheated. The delay allowed them to cool while the sun came out. Jo Ann is very happy.
She’s going to marry Mikhail Tiraspolski, Alexander (the one you met on the bow) brother. In ten years, she and Mikael will have married, moved to St. Petersburg, Russia, and have two lovely daughters.
This stuff always works out. And behind me is my bestie, Marvin Matherne, who sanded and varnished tirelessly until the decks shown like the sun.
My dog, Doris Faye.