Little Sally's Faster
It always sort of reminded him of the H.M.S. Dauntless from the Pirates of the Carribean movies, if you looked at it from the right angle and chose to ignore the tourists with cameras swarming the decks.
His strong, tanned arms rowed while his mind roved. In the sea, there weren’t any limits, you could think anything at all, nothing was too big for the ocean, nothing could stop him on it…
“Excuse me, sir, are you sure we’re going to get there on time?” asked an overweight woman, pursing her piggish lips and looking at the ship, still quite aways out. Her gaudy touristy shirt made Johann mentally wince. Next to her, her overweight husband sat uncomfortably, huge wet spots underneath his arms.
“The Mayflower II may be fast, but my little Sally’s faster,” replied Johann calmly and easily.
The woman hmphed and scooted closer to her husband.
“This coming from a high-school drop-out,” she muttered just loud enough for him to hear her.
Only the thought of their good money kept Johann from strangling her.