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"Anita, is he following us?" "Yes, I think so." "Let's go in here." "Good, he went by." "I saw him on the beach and at the Music Hall too." "He's kinda creepy."
The next night the stranger was at George's Seafood and Donna's customer. "You're new here; aren't you?" he asked her. "Yes, my husband and I just moved here," she lied. "I'm Peter Jordan, captain of the Wanderlust."

Peter Jordan was bearded and 26 years old. "I've lived here in Peace Harbor all my life. I'm a fisherman. If your husband would like to go out on the Wanderlust fishing, I won't charge him anything." "That's very nice of you. I always wanted to be a fisherman...well you know what I mean." "Yes, I have noticed." "I'm sure you have. Well, what do you call a woman fisherman?" "A poacher." "Very funny old man of the sea." "Ouch, you bite like a shark! The correct term is a fisherwoman." "Thanks." "Tell your husband I go out on Mondays through Saturdays weather permitting four A.M. at the center dock." "Four A.M.? O.K. Have a good night." "Welcome to Peace Harbor, Donna. Good night."
"Donna, this Peter Jordan must be o.k.; he has lived here all his life, and George, my boss, knows about him."

At the Music Hall they met again. "Good Evening, Mrs.___?" "Parker." "Do you like this music?" "Yes, my sister sings here." "Your sister?" "Yes, Anita Rodriguez." "The new girl, she is good; she rocks the place. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure, thanks." "How is your husband?" "Oh," sighing, "no husband; I just didn't want you coming onto me." "Ho, Ho, Ho, bless my boots; I haven't dated a woman since High School. Shrimping is my life. Whenever I have time I hang out here at the Music Hall. See that guy in the red shirt, stay away from him." "Do you use nets or traps to catch shrimps?" "Cast nets, but this isn't the shrimp season. Right now I'm bringing in tuna, oysters, clams, and grouper." "I thought tuna came from a can." "Ho Ho, You're not that stupid." "No, I'm kidding you." "Want another drink?" "Only one more margarita. I never drink more than two drinks. Look, I want you to know that Anita and me are not sluts." "I knew that; I can spot them, you see. That's why I'm still single. If you and Anita ever want to see the Wanderlust, come down to the dock when it is in." "Thanks."
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