story in several parts

The Boat Trip 1

At this hour the water in Roaring Water Bay bay was not roaring at all, but was calm as glass. Fishing skiffs darted across it to set their nets while the going was good.

Boat Trip 2

continuing a short story that I posted the start of recently. set in ireland around 1918

The Boat Trip 3

Nola forced herself to think of something else: to just watch the islands swim by. Some were so small they were just rounded humps of rock with green seaweedy backs...