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FYI – I’m not posting as much because I’m working on another novel with a deadline.
I usually write about supernatural stuff or mystery/thrillers. Windhaven might have some thrills but no mystery and no vampires or trips to hell (see my other books.) It’s a survival adventure that could happen any day now. I’m not doing official chapters every post, just whenever. The numbers are to keep it all in order, for you and me. Comments and suggestions are always welcome, as long as you know that I may or may not follow them.
This is all first draft, or at least first draft and a half. Comments welcome.
To start Windhaven from the beginning go HERE
BTW – I’m looking for readers to read and review my coming of age novel, Ancient Mariners: A Coming-of-Age Tale. If you’re interested let me know.
What If a caver disappeared while exploring the huge caves in Borneo? Search parties were unable to find him, he was presumed dead. A couple weeks later he emerges and starts telling people that he met Gaia, Earth as a sentient being. He preached that Gaia was pissed off at what the people were doing to her. He was written off as a crackpot until he said an earthquake was coming – Right Now. And it did. Coincidence they said, until it happened again and again. Tornados appeared at his command. He gained followers and disciples and finally governments were forced to accept what he said and actually did what needed to be done. A happy ending for the Earth.
What If a vampire and a werewolf fell in love and had a baby?
What would the kid be like? What if he/she had all the attributes of vamps and weres? They’d be unstoppable. Also a freak, possibly shunned by both sides. They might go off on their own, maybe to the light side, or dark, depending on how they were treated – Become the Night Wolf. Of course there comes a time for all superheroes when they have to choose to help those who wronged them, or leave them to their fate. Perhaps a human, also lonely and wronged, could help Night Wolf decide which side to choose.
Noah woke. His mouth so dry his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He was thirsty and had to piss. The newly risen sun shone through a crack in the grey clouds and through the corner of a window, illuminated his face, but he held his eyes closed. Just for a minute or two or three he wanted to be waking up on his boat to the smell of coffee his wife, or was it Linda, had made while he slept. He wanted to feel the warmth of the sun and breeze. He wanted to be sailing on calm seas over warm water. He wanted to take a mug of fresh coffee to… his wife, no Linda and sit next to her by the wheel. He wanted to feel her skin on his and know that all was right with the world. And it was, for about three minutes, until an errant wave slapped the hull and Leigh cussed loud enough to wake King Neptune, as if they didn’t have enough problems.
“Noah, your fucking self-steering broke, again. There’s coffee. Will you bring me a cup… please.”
Several minutes later he handed Leigh a covered coffee mug. He set his mug in a cup holder and holding tight to the bent electronics bridge he pissed over the side while Leigh hand steered.
“I hate you men in general because you can do that,” she told him over her shoulder.
Noah sat beside her. “You can hang it over the side, too. Just hang on tight.”
“With my luck that cold ass water would slap my butt. I’ll stick with a bucket, thank you very much.”
They sipped their coffee for a few minutes before Leigh asked, “You check on the guys lately?”
“I gave Thomas some coffee and helped him to the head. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Keep them watered, fed and clean. I think Thomas will be okay, but I’m worried about Red. He moans with pain, but I don’t know where it’s coming from. He’s delirious most of the time and his eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head. And Alain, I’m giving him antibiotics and water. I think most of his injuries are internal. That’s beyond my pay grade.”
“We need that Emergency medical book. Has it dried out any?”
Noah sipped and let out a deep sigh. “I think we have one good battery. I didn’t even notice that we lost all but one of our solar panels. If both are good we might at least have lights. All those electronics were under water weren’t they?”
“Yep. Several times.”
“I’ll fix the steering and see what I can figure out. You should get some rest.”
Leigh nodded, letting her head hang as if she was going to fall asleep right there. Noah gently squeezed her shoulder. She looked at him sideways. “You know we’re in real trouble here.”
Noah sighed, “I know.”
Leigh pushed herself up and toward the companionway.
“You have someone waiting for you back home, wherever that is?” Noah asked.
“So you don’t hate all men.”
She shrugged, flashed a smile, and vanished down the companionway.
Sitting in Larry’s command chair, Noah studied the main electrical panel. It was state of the art, but with a layout similar to the old panel in his boat. Except for the fine layer of salt on everything. Water had dripped out when he opened the door. Most of the breakers were tripped.
It took him half an hour to sort out the wiring enough to run a direct wire from the battery to the lone solar panel. He had no way of knowing if it worked, but it should, so he moved on.
He also managed to run a direct wire to one of the interior lights breakers. Nothing. He pulled the breaker and connected directly to the interior wiring. Lights! Some in the galley and main salon. It would be a big help nonetheless.
Noah slumped in the nav station chair. It really hit him then – They were on their own, and he only had a vague idea where they were. He had to press his lips tight to endure that old sinking stomach fear. Really, he just wanted to cry. Visions of Linda slid across the back of his eyelids. He liked thinking of her, seeing her in his mind. He had a good feeling about her, and thought she had the same for him. He hoped so, but he’d never know if he didn’t make it home.
Among the debris they’d found floating in the water and hadn’t done anything with yet, Noah found the large scale paper chart Larry had marked their daily position on. Their last known position had been S 51°57’ 24.8” by W 167° 24’ 12.3”, about two hundred nautical miles East and South of New Zealand. That was noon on the day the wave hit. Say another hundred miles by the time the wave threw them into survivor mode. Those that survived.
Noah had no idea how far they’d traveled since then or what course. He remembered Larry had mentioned… Christ, Larry, his body lay in a forward bunk. They couldn’t keep him there indefinitely.
Larry had mentioned they were in an area of circular currents, pushing them south as they sailed east. For a moment he let hopelessness grip his chest. They were, literally, on the way to the middle of nowhere.
He took a deep breath, sat up and slapped the desk with both palms. For all he knew Linda had forgotten about him, but she was the only thing he had to hold on to. So, no feeling sorry for himself, get his shit together and move on.
Noah allowed a smile to creep onto his face. It vanished when Leigh cried out, “Noah, come here!”
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