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Lagoon with my tail between my legs. It wasn't all bad. We were able to save quite a lot of
money. We hauled out Déjà vu for the first time since she had left South Africa a year and
a half before. We met a lot of wonderful people, and we had had some great times there.
I was thinking of visiting Liz, when I spied her rowing out across to Armchair Steve, who
was furiously pedaling his boat back to his floating eye-sore. I watched with baited breath:
this was too good to be true. He had been caught trying to sneak back to his boat before
anyone could see where he'd spent the night. Or so it appeared, and the last person he
wished to meet was Liz!
He stopped pedaling as she rowed up and they had a few exchanges, casting looks about
the anchorage. “Oh, this is too good to be true,” I said happily.
“You just hope he doesn't put two and two together,” said Gavin in alarm. “We don't need
any of those scum against us; this is very bad!”
“Oh come on, what harm was done? Christ, have you forgotten what that arsehole did to
me? A complete stranger, just saying hello to a pretty girl, and him grabbing me by the shirt
and threatening me at knife point! He's damn lucky I didn't report him to the cops or pull
out my own knife! That's not a knife; this is a knife!” I mimed a scene from a Paul Hogan
movie.
Liz shipped her oars into their rowlocks and returned smartly to her boat again. I decided
to stay put for a while to let things settle a bit. I made a light breakfast of some wonderfully
fresh, wholewheat bread that I toasted and soft boiled a couple of eggs which I placed
on top. We sat outside with new cups of coffee, listened to the news on the radio, and
munched our breakfast. I shaved, cleaned my teeth in the little head's sink, and did a few
maintenance chores. Gavin needed to go ashore to see a car he was thinking of buying.
I had a tape playing on the stereo and hardly heard Liz knocking on the hull. “Hey Jon!”
she called out, “You in there?”
“Hi, morning Liz, how are you?” I said, smiling down at her.
“I just came from Armchair Steve over there; it looks like someone played a joke on him
and took his dinghy across to Mary's boat.” She looked so cute when she laughed.
“Oh really?” I laughed innocently.
“Yeah, he's pretty mad about it. I think it's pretty funny myself; I wonder who did that. It
wasn't you by any chance, was it?”
I was going to bluff my way out of it but looking into her true blue eyes could not lie to her.
“Yes Liz, after you left last night I did that to get even with him.”
