“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
It was more annoying that it was painful, the impulses emanating from his lower back. However, Connor got out of the old Ford, grabbed the pack of gear from the back and headed down the dock. He could feel from the way the wind pushed against his face that it was going to be a great evening in the water. CanDo. Beluga. Revelation. The familiar boats were in their slips as he got closer. Then he saw her. The Katherine Elizabeth. He stopped right there, about twenty yards from her. The wind stopped blowing. The gulls went silent. There was nothing but the Katherine Elizabeth rocking gently. What a beautiful craft. For the life of him he wasn’t sure why he ever stepped from her deck. From somewhere a horn blew and the wind returned and the gulls cried.