She headed for her favorite spot in the bow, under the crane. It was graceless and never used, but she had a soft spot for it. She was used to the noises the Decrepit made. The creak of wood, the chimes of metal brushing metal, and the soothing lap of the wavelets against the hul . Now that she had her sea legs, and didn·t have to do the one -minute mile to find her little yel ow bucket, she was starting to enjoy the novelty of being at sea. There was a moon, but it was playing coy with the clouds. God, had she ever heard quiet like this? Never. The Sea Witch was stil off the port bow, although she was dark and hard to see. Teal stopped as she heard a soft, light female voice. Sound carried over water, and there were the other boats nearby. Maggie? Or, her heart thudded unpleasantly, Ben and Maggie·s stunning daughter Cat? Al she saw was a double silhouette at the rail. The exact same place on deck where just hours ago Zane had fondled her boobs. The dog! Cat·s long hair was unmistakable, and Teal would recognize Zane from a mile away.
