The Mackerel
Gil sauntered along the dock, a rolled up blue blanket firmly tucked under his left arm, hoping the harbormaster didn’t notice him.
“Gil!” Too late. The man’s usually friendly expression had turned grim as he stormed towards where the Mackerel was moored. “I can’t let you go out there. A storm is coming.”
“Oh come on, Bill. There’s barely a cloud in the sky!”
“You know how quickly the weather can change around here. ” A flock of seagulls flew by and cawed loudl