Chapter 226

• One of the most surreal days of my life, was ending on a completely drunken note. Howard and I made our way slowly down the street. He turned us towards the marina, and I had a nagging worry in the back of my foggy brain, that he was going to mug me, and toss me in the water. I would have worried more, but was too damn drunk to care.
• We made our way down the pier, to a very large looking yacht. It must have had three decks above water, with the top being one of those extra wheels where you can steer the boat from, aside from the one in the main wheelhouse. It had a lot of port holes, and looked like a smaller RIB boat on deck for a launch.
• "Welcome to my humble abode," he slurred, waving his arm wide at the boat. "Want to come..." hiccup, "aboard?"