He led me blindfolded onto the quay. “I know you bought a boat, Seth.”
“Humor me,” he said. We walked across the dock, the boards tilting and bouncing. “Ok. You can take it off now.”
He stood on the bow of a gleaming sailboat, grinning all over his face like the boy I’d married. “Ta-da!”
He gave me a tour of the cabin, showed me the charts of the trip he’d planned for us.
“But you don’t know the first thing about sailing,” I said.
“I’ve been taking lessons. We’ll be fine.” He put on a skipper’s cap. “Dashing, no?”
-From Coldridge’sRime of the Ancient Mariner