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Like all good stories this one will start on the next to last page. After that it will bounce about a bit as my mood shifts.
The crewmen came aboard the Vicky. We are tied to a commercial dock on the US east coast. The burly one with the scruffy beard and long hair plunks his thirty eight S&W killer special hand gun down next to the two burner gas stove. It is his habit to plunk the hand gun down there. He is sure it frightens me. I had leased my boat to these dangerous people.
I tell him and his mates to pack up their gear and get off of my boat. I have sold the boat and I am taking her to the new owner. There is great to do, hollering, yelling, threats, nevertheless they leave my boat. The dock owners protest my leaving as a five hundred fuel bill is owed against the boat. They threaten me with physical harm. It is not my bill ,it is the obligation of the man I was working for to pay the fuel bill. But I say ,I will get your money. This gives me a reason to leave the dock area, get to a telephone where I call the Coast Guard for assistance. Since my boat is a documented commercial fishing vessel they agree.
Back at the dock I pay the fuel bill, the coast guard arrives. They see to it the Vicky Mary is safely underway. My brother-in-law Don is working with me as he has for many years. Don and I hang blankets around the cabin area so that we can not be seen fearing we might be shot at. The Coast Guard put out a radio bulletin that we were not to be detained on our ninty mile journey down the inland waterway. Here and there on our way south we could see a police car parked up on the hill observing our progress,the policemen providing extra protection.
We proceed south, it is January and very cold. The Vicky Mary has no heat source save the two burner gas stove which is usless for heat in our open cabin.
To be continued..If any one is interested, 180
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