Well, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove. Slow but not quiet. We was takin a break out by the bait shed when we thought we heard thunder in the distance. Trouble was, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. And it kept getting louder and louder. Well pretty soon one of them go-fast boats rumbles up to the fuel dock. You know the kind, the ones with thirty yards of foredeck and a cockpit big enough for two, followed by a stern full of enough engines to drag the back end down.
We don’t often get those kind of boats in the cove. It was kinda nice watchin’ the eye candy in the cockpit, though. We don’t often get that here in the cove either. She was blonde and her hair was whipped back like she was goin’ a hundred mile an hour, She had a glazed look on her face, too. The guy was kinda in a hurry, wanted to gas up and get going. Seems he was playing poker with his boat or some such deal. Didn’t understand it but he wanted to top up his fuel tanks and get on his way.
He got off the boat and we busted out laughing. He had a slew of gold chains around his neck and a beer gut bigger ‘en Lefty’s. He looked close at the pumps and asked with we had any racing fuel, 300 octane or something. Well, we got two kinds, watered and not watered. He didn’t think it was much funny but we had another good laugh.
Along about this time we heard more of them kinda boats out on the bay. Well, that really set this guy off, seems the rest of his crowd was catchin’ up with him and he didn’t like it at all. Sam asked if this was some kinda race or something. The guy drew himself up and proclaimed it wasn’t a competition, just a friendly poker match. We couldn’t make the connection between the boats and poker unless they was the poker stakes.
Anyway, Wade tells the guy that if going fast is the idea he can help him out. He mostly topped up the guy’s tanks but left just enough room to add some of Sam’s special recipe. ‘Course Sam wasn’t around at the time.
The guy pays Lefty and starts up. The noise shook rust off the old boat shed. Then the guy pushed the throttles forward and shot out of the cove with a startled look on his face. He left behind a cloud of exhaust smoke that had a kinda sweet smell that reminded us of Sam’s special recipe.
We heard later than the go-fast guy won whatever he was doing. In fact he called Sam looking for some of the magic additive. Sam didn’t have a clue what he was talkin about and hung up on him. Just as well, as he wasn’t happy when Lefty admitted why the recipe stock was just about gone,
Other than that, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.
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Posted by: cl | 01/20/2010 at 02:28 AM