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    The Sea Has Spoken
    The Sea Has Spoken
    The Sea Has Spoken
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    The Sea Has Spoken

    By R. Blair Sands

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    John battles the sea for many hours before the now off-course boat's rudder it broken off by underwater rocks. Finally the boat is impaled on a large rock outcropping,using the emergency raft, John makes it to shore, only to be met by constant problems, both in the form of a unfriendly woman, and by the elements and trying to stay alive.

    After a series of trials, technology finally comes to his rescue just in time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherR. Blair Sands
    Release dateNov 29, 2012
    ISBN9781301596980
    The Sea Has Spoken
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    R. Blair Sands

    I began my writing career in 1972, while in Thule, Greenland on assignment with Ford Aerospace. My first novel never made it into print because I considered it too bad to print. Hopefully, I improved along the way. Now I have more books that I did publish, and hope everyone likes. You can read 10 percent of any of my books on Smashwords.com and I invite you to peruse them. Thankfully, people who read the previews, usually buy the book. Hope that keeps up...Thanks everyone...

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      The Sea Has Spoken - R. Blair Sands

      The Sea Has Spoken

      by

      R. Blair Sands

      Copyrighted 2012 by Robert Santee

      Smashwords Edition

      Chapter One

      The Storm

      John Blair loved his sleek sixty four foot teakwood sailboat. Its long clean lines and smooth looking profile was a classic sight to behold. He had paid a lot of money to have it constructed just as he wanted it to be. It was twelve feet wide at its beam, and the entire boat was constructed in the finest teakwood available in Thailand. Its stainless steel railings, and all fittings, highly enhanced its appearance.

      Ten feet in back of the hatchway, stood the wheel housing and wheel, made from specially carved teak, and polished to a high lustre. Behind the wheel, was a large custom built captain's chair, with arm rails, and thick padding tied to it. To look at the boat, when docked in harbour, was to see a craft that gleamed brilliantly above all other boats. He was justly proud of his acquisition.

      He had worked hard for several years, saving every penny he could scrape up in order to pay for the boat, and now he was thrilled to finally own it. When it was first completed, he had sailed it from its point of manufacture in Thailand to its current docking in New Guinea, at Port Moresby.

      His apartment was above the harbour, and he could look out his window and see his boat anytime he wished. It was a view he never tired of seeing.

      He was an excellent sailor, and quite skilled in his craft, knowing the current weather patterns, trade winds and when the best times of year had the best opportunities for making long trips, or any trips for that matter. He had made quite a few in his time.

      However, the trip he was now planning would be the biggest one of his entire sailing career. He had prepared for months, loading many supplies aboard, stowing everything in a proper place, making sure his charts were the latest available, and that he also had enough for the long voyage.

      John was quite pleased that nothing had gone wrong during the loading of the boat. Nothing dropped into the water, which would have seemed an ill omen. As it was, the fact that there were no problems was a good omen indeed.

      He studied the weather pattern trends, and felt that both he and the boat were more than ready. It was time to go. It would be a long trip and the length of the trip could vary, of course, depending on the wind currents. On this trip, the winds were projected to be favorable and he expected them to remain that way during the entire trip.

      He was up early, eager to depart on his long journey. He bathed one last time in his apartment, shaved, and after getting dressed, had a good breakfast. He then left, careful to lock the door, and took the keys to the landlords house, thus terminating his residency on the islands.

      Between a beautiful picture of the silver ribbon of morning sunlight streaming across the green glittering expanse of sea that presented itself to his view, he walked slowly down the sloping roadway from his apartment to the docks below.

      And so, early one bright morning in early April, John untied the bow and aft mooring ropes holding his boat securely to the docks near Ela beach, and using the small auxiliary motor, for 'in-harbor' steerage he exited Port Moresby, in Papau, New Guinea and began the long cruise to the USA, setting a course in the general direction of San Francisco.

      There was no one to see him off and he expected no one. He had been alone for a very long time after his first wife had died in a monsoon, five years before. He had just never wanted to have anyone else afterward.

      He finally decided that he needed a change in his life, and it seemed like a good idea to travel back to the states, and perhaps visit some scenic places he had never seen before. He felt a load lifted from his mind as he sat in his captain's chair, the slight breeze blowing from behind him, starting to fill the sails, but not yet full. He still needed the small motor to move the craft.

      There was a real excitement in the air about his little ship, and he longed to be out in the open sea. The small ship, dubbed the Sho-Nuff, sat low in the water as it was loaded down with so many supplies. John knew the waterline would raise as supplies were used up. In addition, the boat was not so low in the water as to be un-seaworthy or even questionable. He had stocked the boat with more than enough supplies to last for two trips, and planned to use his ship as a base of operations in the states when he arrived.

      As the little ship sailed past the gray headlands and into the open sea that brilliant April morning, he could feel the fresh sea breeze picking up, which was a good sign as he steered through the remaining several islands dotting the horizon surrounding Papau.

      It is spring in California, he thought, with a sigh of relaxation. On his right as he sailed through the straits there was little to peak his interest save the surf and the masses of outlying rocks where the seals slept, played and barked at each other. The shore beyond was sandy and low.

      On his left, there were the last of the northern hills that rose straight from the water; the warm red of its deeply indented cliffs rich in harmony with the green of slope and height. There was not a single tree in sight and the hills far down on the right beyond the sand dunes, looked like stupendous waves of lava that had cooled into every gracious line and fold within the art of relenting Nature; granted ages after, a light coat of verdure to clothe the terrible mystery of birth.

      The great bay, as blue and tranquil as a high mountain lake, as silent as if the planet still slept after the agonies of labor, looked to be broken by a number of promontories, rising from their points far out in the water to the hills back of the land.

      It wasn’t long before the Sho-Nuff's sails filled with the wind and began exceeding the speed the on-board engine could move the boat through the water, so he shut it down to save fuel in case it might be needed later.

      The winds were just like he had hoped and it felt exhilarating to be on the water again and starting on his way. The sea air was brisk and invigorating. He was going to enjoy this trip to it’s fullest, even knowing full well, however, that the sea might test him from time to time. He had prepared well for that. He was strong muscled and easily able to carry out any task needed on-board.

      As his course pushed smoothly toward the open sea, he passed several small islands during the day and when the map showed that he was past the last island and was in the open ocean, which he could tell anyway without the map just by the way the water looked and acted, he took another GPS reading and marked it in the ship's log along with the starting point reading for reference.

      He would take these readings, without fail, every morning and evening

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