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The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

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one at the wheel and no one to hear me scream.

I bolted to the starboard rail, gripping it so hard my knuckles went white and bloodless. I scanned the water frantically. No tender trailing behind us, no lifeboats bobbing nearby waiting to be recovered. The brackets where the lifeboats were supposed to be secured were bare, the metal clips hanging open continue reading …

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