He had just finished organising the powerboat and fishing equipment and Lucy was finishing her lunch. He had been surprised at her request to go fishing that morning. It was quite unlike her, but the President had been happy for her to go so he had made the arrangements. James loved boats and being on the water, so he was looking forward to it himself. Lucy had her swimsuit on with a T-shirt on top and she jumped onto the boat alongside the jetty, getting into the seat next to the driver’s seat. James unhooked the rope and jumped in himself, hopping into his seat and easing the throttle forward slowly. Having inched his way out from the jetty, he increased the speed. They were away, with the wind in their faces as the front of the boat lifted off from the surface of the sea. The land got further and further away behind them and they headed off straight up the Gulf, towards and then beyond Cape Heraion. Eventually James slowed down. ‘I guess you want to fish then, Lucy?’ Lucy looked around.
