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The Soul of Glory – 2

A frenzy of activity and machinery rousted boats from their slumber like a string of light bulbs flickering on, one at a time.

That was a quick winter, Dragon said.

“What’s the latest?” A man’s familiar voice rang out across the lot.

Dolphin’s Tail woke up. Spring already? Yay, spring!

“The Weather Channel is the only thing on TV,” Another man answered.

A nor’easter maybe? Better Days asked.

“They’re saying Category 3. We’ve been through it before,” The first man shouted back.

Hurricane? All the young boats turned their panic toward the Queen. What do we do?

Calm down everyone—it should blow out to sea, The Queen said, We’ll be fine, as long as we’re together.

“Guys, did you hear?” A truck gunned through the gate, with its driver hollering out the window. “The storm’s turning—rocketing directly at us.”

Something’s wrong, Better Days gasped.

“They’re evacuating the whole island,” The driver said.

Dreadfully wrong. Gusts off the ocean whipped a cloud of salt spray across the Queen’s bow. Clara is praying for me.

 

Within a day, the sound of power tools and storm preparation faded and vanished along with the last evacuees. The beach road was deserted, but the air was far from still.

I know it’s daytime, but I don’t feel one ray of sun, The Queen said to Better Days, If that quaking is the surf, it sounds like a monster beating down a steel door.

There’s always been someone here to watch over us, Better Days’ voice cracked, Tonight, we’re on our own.

White foam exploded through a breach in the sand dune, followed by green water that turned the beach road into a river of debris.

How can we save the little ones? The Queen moaned as shards of shingles and cracked ceramic tile ricocheted off her hull.

The boats braced against the fury of the ocean and none paid attention to the silent encroachment of the bay until they started to float off their blocks. Shrieks of terror joined the howling gale.

Better Days shouted above the wind, They’re sinking!

Dolphin’s Tail, hang on! The Queen screamed in the bedlam.

I’m behind you, The little boat answered, Hooked onto your swim ladder.

Blowing sand assaulted the Queen like a thousand flying needles. I’ve never felt wind this vicious.

Shock waves rolled across the floodwater, heaving asphalt and sand toward the bay. Better Days spun off her blocks and slammed into the Queen.

That felt like an explosion, Better Days said, From the north.

I feel heat to my port side, The Queen’s voice jumped an octave, I must be facing the beach. Ripples spread as a fireball cut through rain and wind. Something’s burning.

Something huge. Dragon shuddered as her fiberglass skin was ripped open under the Queen’s anchor. What’s going to stop that?

Another wall of ocean water swept boats into piles, crushing some instantly, while dragging others sobbing into the lagoon.

A towering wave of mangled roof trusses lifted Better Days up and smashed her into the Queen again.

I have to let go, before I sink you too, Better Days said, I really wanted to see Tahoe.

Don’t you give up! The Queen wailed, I can’t survive alone.

Yes, you can. Clara would be lost without you, Better Days forced her accent over the gale, until the swirling current sucked her away, Hold on for Clara.

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Splintered pilings, and the remainder of the house collided with the Queen’s bow like a knockout punch, bending her steel bow rail, piercing her deck and driving her deeper into the water. One more hit like that and I’m finished. The last of her companion’s tortured pleas were swallowed by claps of thunder—even Clara’s prayers became distant and finally vanished.

 

I must be dying.

Nose down. The battered Queen sighed deep in her hull and shut down her consciousness, driving all her remaining power at one goal. Hold on, with every ounce of strength…hold on.

 

      to be continued…

 

 

To catch up on the talking boats…Soul of Glory- Part 1 – https://monstersnangels.com/2016/08/15/the-soul-of-glory-1/

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The Soul of Glory – 1

      Throughout history, ships have been christened with the names of royal ladies, great leaders and legendary places. Every boat owner experiences the ritual, the excitement, the struggle, and the ultimate joy of finding the right name…or maybe the spirit of that perfect name finds you.

So, just for a few minutes, suspend disbelief and listen to the boats talk…

 

The unwelcome chill of middle October swirled around shuttered bungalows and rattled discarded beach chairs. Lined up like soldiers, boats of all sizes filled gravel parking lots, blocked and secure for another New Jersey winter. They chattered away amongst themselves, like children on the playground.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs! Dolphin’s Tail proclaimed, Nobody’s around to hear us.

For the millionth time, most people don’t hear you anyway, The Dragon answered, Just the littlest kids.

My Clara still hears me. The biggest boat spoke up from the center of the pack. And she’s a teenager now. Last week she said good-bye for the winter and thanked me for taking care of her.

That’s our job, Better Days said, her voice smooth and refined, like the champagne color of her hull. To keep them safe.

I just dread these cold months, Dragon said, Maybe someone can fix my blue stripes while we’re stuck on land? They’re peeling.

You need to sleep, lass, Better Days chimed in, We all do.

I don’t think I can, Dolphin’s Tail moaned, Why can’t it be summer forever?

I want to hear a story. Dragon said, Better Days, you’re the oldest. Why do you have an accent?

My owners are from Ireland. I’ve lived across the Atlantic Ocean, on Lake Michigan and now here in Barnegat Bay. Next year—Lake Tahoe.

Tell us about the boats who used to live here…like Thunderbird, Dragon nagged, Is it true, that she was made completely of wood?

Solid mahogany. Legend has it, that a presidential peace deal was signed on her deck, right there at the end of Dock B, Better Days said, The Queen’s slip.

No wonder there’s a party down there every night, Dolphin said, I want to be the Queen when I grow up.

What else? Dragon asked, I want to hear more.

 I may be the oldest, but I haven’t been here the longest, Better Days said, Ask the Queen.

 Oh, that’s right, Dragon whispered to the grand boat in the center, Why do they call you Queen Mary?

 That’s just Clara’s nickname for me, but I like it, The big white boat answered, I’m not nearly as regal as the real Queen Mary.

 Weren’t you moving to Louisiana? Dragon asked.

My family found a house on Lake Ponchartrain, and then a hurricane destroyed everything, The Queen answered, They were scared enough to abandon the whole plan. Clara told me…

I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, Dolphin’s Tail interrupted, Where’s Thunderbird now?

Cruising the Caribbean, The Queen answered, The true, endless summer.

I’m going there next, Dolphin’s Tail said.

Little Dolphin, The Dragon sighed, Has anyone told you how squeaky your voice is?

She’s still a wee thing, Better Days lilted, Wait until next year.

Next year, Dolphin’s Tail said, I want the Queen to teach me everything she knows—like how to stop when I sense danger.

How did you learn that, actually? The Dragon asked, I managed to slow down, once, to keep from running aground. When we got back to the marina, someone called a mechanic.

That means you did it right, Better Days chuckled.

You learn by being in danger, and having the lives of your passengers in your control, The Queen answered, I’ll teach you. Promise

All winter, I do what, again? Dolphin’s Tail moaned, How do I know when it’s over?

Sleep, Better Days answered.

She means, stop jabbering, Dragon said, The bright sun and warm wind will wake you up.

Good-night, kids. The Queen slipped into silence while the little boat’s chatter dwindled away…

 

to be continued…