By Boomer Jack Boardman
From Episode 33:
“I’m glad we have the search confusticator,” Sarah said quietly, as if not to disturb the fog, “I’d worry about my store and not be able to enjoy all this—it is beautiful.”
“It is beautiful,” Ines replied, “This Big Lake is remarkable, just a lake, but it so resembles the northern seas. I too, am glad the village is protected.”
What dawn there would be was still hidden behind the granite cliffs of the North Shore as the Sparrow slowly made her way past the breakwater, still, the day was brightening. The villagers briefly interrupted their exploration of the Sparrow’s lower decks, and joined the others on deck to bid goodbye to Danger Bay at the breakwater.
Daisy, the long legged Beagle (and the Sparrow’s mascot) was prowling the boat, looking for her “peopledog” pack leader Boomer (known for some inexplicable reason as “Gilligan”), was growing increasingly disappointed.
“Where is he?” she thought. Although delighted by all the peopledogs around her, Beagles are like that, you know, she needed to be by her Boomer! Her thoughts were interrupted, quite suddenly by…
“Daisy? Is that really you?” Lysa exclaimed, “I’m Lysa, and I’ve been wanting to give you a big hug for a very long time!”
Daisy, her tail a blur of happy, and certainly not one to refuse a hug, decided this peopledog was a good one to hang on to—until she found her Boomer, or maybe Jay. Daisy quite happily remained with Lysa, and received many more hugs.
In the pilot house, First Officer Trigg Guudlender & Mac McIntyre guided the large converted trawler out onto the Big Lake. Once clear of the breakwater, Trigg ordered the boat be brought to her cruising speed of six knots and ordered a direct heading for Blackfish Bay.
“Coming around to 020º,” Mac announced, “powering up engines, and both engines are at one-half throttle, sir.”
“Thanks, Mac,” Trigg replied, smiling, “None of this ‘sir’ stuff, I too work for a living!”
“Yessir,” Mac rumbled, “twenty-two years in the army is hard to overcome…sir.”
On the upper deck, Lar Farkleberry (owner of the Star Service Station—full service only, thank you very much) & Danger Bay mayor George Gamboge were watching the Sparrow’s passage onto Big Lake. They felt the muted vibration of the engines increase as the boat increased speed.
“I’m glad, George,” Lar said to his companion, “that th’ village is safe from outsiders while we’re gone.”
“Uh—I am, as well,” Gamboge replied. Lar did not see the slight smile that flickered briefly as the mayor spoke.
“What a dumbass, that so-called mayor,” Allen “Big A” Simpson thought as he drove through the fog to the village, “trying to get on my good side after he screwed up the vote. I don’t have a good side.”
Soon he parked at Farkleberry’s station and turned off the “Internet Search Confustigator” allowing him to import the help he needed to complete his assignment.
Simpson stepped outside, the air was cold and clammy. The fog persisted even though the sun was creeping above the bluffs. “Where is that climate-controller?” he wondered, “I should have made sure Gamboge left it on—this could get uncomfortable.”
He crossed the road to Cooper’s General Store and jimmied the door. He quickly found what he was looking for—an xxx-large survival parka.
Warmer now, he went over to Silverthorne’s Café—his new operations headquarters. He quickly set the thermostat for 75º (he didn’t like cold much at all) and began contacting his associates—there was plenty to do before the Sparrow returns.
We leave Danger Bay until the Sparrow’s return—CONTINUED