I took several photos of the rest of our adventure. Somehow I was panicking that I was losing such a free-thinking lover. I had never been with anyone quite like her. We took photos of us together and images of me being happy. It would be hard to sell them to Riki as depressed.
Berlin was also slowing down. I suspected she would miss me too. She spent the first day along the Keys, lying in the sun and watching the bridges and mangrove trees pass from a distance. She slept with her head on my lap during the night watch, and I kept my hand on her thigh when I slept.
In the morning, she came to me at the helm and told me it was time for one last game. “It’s called Not Yet! We can do anything we want to each other, and the other cannot deny any act you wish to impose. The only rule is that no one can climax until nine o’clock tonight. Unconditional, higher restrictions!”
We sailed back out to blue water and started the long trip back to the Keys. We sailed nonstop for days while the wind and seas were accommodating. On the third day, the skies stayed cloudy, and the wind speed increased. That evening it started raining… sideways!
The visibility dropped to a couple hundred yards. I was glad I had the chart plotter and radar. We hunted for an island to hide out on for a while. I searched the charts, and we were in the middle of nowhere. We were northwest of Puerto Rico and northeast of the Dominican Republic. From the depth meter reading of fourteen thousand feet, I confirmed we were over the Maimon Basin. We were getting tired, and it was too rough to sleep on night watch changes. The whitecaps were splashing across the deck. The water was cold, and we broke out our heavy weather gear.
I already had the main sail reduced into the mast as we still did seven knots across the big rolling waves. We were considering going back to Puerto Rico when the radio started screaming, “Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water. Mayday! Mayday!”
The Glow is an erotic romance novel with a shot of Sci-fi gracefully thrown in.
Louis Amhurst was a talented artist that lived in Key West. He lived on a sailboat and sailed between Key West and the Bahamas regularly. He sold just enough art to keep himself in food, fuel, and beer, and was content with his life.
One time, on a solo journey, exhausted Louis discovered a small island that was not on the charts. There was a salt pond on this island that was occupied by a water based entity. She had a strong influence on Louis and he keeps returning to her.
Once, while in the Bahamas, Louis met Riki, from Ukraine while swimming. Her family was wealthy and in political exile. They fell in love and planned to be married, until Louis met her maid of honor Berlin.
Berlin was a paralegal from Germany, and Riki’s best friend. She was wild, and creative, and had no restrictions. Again, he was in love.
Pg. 75 ( Now underwater, face to face with the entity.”
“What do you want?” I thought. “You! I want you.” she said lovingly. “How is that possible?” “If you wish, we can change your molecular structure and you will become as we are. In our form there are no tears, or death. There is no sickness, hunger, or pain. The former things will pass away. In our world there will be a new heavens and a new Earth and the former heavens and the former Earth will pass away, and the sea will be no more. I looked into her green eyes trying to grasp the concept of what she had just told me. I knew she had cured various things in my body. Even now I felt energized and healthy. My thoughts were drifting toward being with her for eternity. Her drifting hair reminded me of the day that Riki and I were making love on the sunken ship. The amber colors changed to orange and red as she expressed anger in her expressions and colors. She was feeling my thoughts of Riki. She got closer to my face again and a strong thought wave hit me that hurt like a brain freeze. I grasp my forehead and floated in a fetal position. I held on until the pain subsided. “I love Riki.” I thought. “She started darting all over the pond then back and forth to me as if she was confused. “You must decide!.. decide!.. decide!” she said in a demanding tone. “I love Riki! I want to stay with Riki!” I watched the surface of the water look like a jet had just dropped agent orange on it from above. It ignited in liquid flames as the activity in the water became confused and erratic. The colors exploded all around me. It had become impossible to distinguish even which way was up. I rolled in the collage’ feeling like a particle in a kaleidoscope. Suddenly I couldn’t breath any more. My feet felt the sand and I jumped toward the surface. I coughed and coughed, until I finally started breathing air. My lungs felt like the cells had been tore from the lining. The water color had returned to a plain white glow and a low vapor cloud had formed over the pond. The cloud sparkled in thousands of pieces of broken shards of glass as a laser beam bounced off of them. They grew brighter and brighter until they all became an incandescent white that was so bright that my eyes could not bear to look at it. I covered my eyes and saw some of the movements in the reflection of the water. When the cloud became as bright as it could, it just dissipated toward the heavens in millions of light streaks that vanished between the little white dots that I admired earlier. The water was now as black as the ocean and this peaceful and abiding island seemed lifeless and negated because of the anger of the Salt Pond. I stood in the water for a long time analyzing what I just did, wondering if I had made a fatal mistake.