The Sorcerer

“Caw! Caw!”

  The black bird beckons.  Over here.  There is a large presence outside the den room window. Magic in the air. 

Trust me.  Go between your worlds. The past and present and future are one.  Watch for the mystery.  Watch for the miracles.

Chrissy was three when it happened.  At first, it was the little things.  Knowing a neighbor was moving next door in the newly constructed home.  Knowing there would be a fire in their houses.  But nobody believed a pre-school.  Not her parents.  Not back then.

Summer arrived late.  The ocean was still cool and the winds more than ripe for sailing.  Chrissy hadn’t sailed since her own child was three.  She was eager for the launching of the marina party in Portsmouth.

She even bought a Fresh Produce sundress and found a cotton, cobalt cardigan which draped just below the end of her hips.  A wide brimmed straw hat, this time with a cord, lest it become airborne like the last one, protected her olive skin from the intense sun. 

“Hello, virtual sailors,” she said walking on the deck of the marina.

“Hi back at you, novice,” the ruddy complexed captain said.

“Ready to go out on the The Sorcerer?” Tom asked.

“I just signed up for your trip today,” Chrissy said.

She was more than eager to begin the summer New England style.  And more than thrilled to be with an experienced sailor and crew.

“We’re going to Marblehead, instead of York which was listed on the web site.  Are you still game?”

“More than ever,” she said.

“Marblehead is a charming port. It was first settled as a plantation. Also the birthplace of our American Navy, the Marine Corps Aviation and the yachting capital of the U.S,” Tom said.