I was running at fifteen knots past a beach that I sometimes use when I have open-minded people aboard. I looked through my binoculars to see a single naked woman lying on her blanket. Her backpack told me she’d hiked into this desolate location that had no roads.
I couldn’t take the boat in closer than a quarter mile, and I didn’t have my dingy.
She was waving.
I dropped my anchor. Only one way as I stripped down.
Then remembered that I should have taken those fucking swimming lessons at the Y when I was a kid.
