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The Fool

Allan Onik

    Waves crashed against the sailboat. The clouds were dark and rain splattered against the roof of the boat’s cockpit.
    “How much longer till we reach the islands?” Chelsea asked, “I’m starting to get a little upside down, if you catch me.”
    “Won’t be much longer now,” Tab said, “I’m sure of it.” Tab had a child’s face covered by lame attempt at a beard. He wore a rain jacket that was two sizes too small.
    “That’s what you said three hours ago,” Chelsea said through the beating of the rain, “sometimes I feel like I married a ten year old.” Chelsea was blond with short cut hair. She wore lip-gloss and jeans.
    “What kind of ten year old owns his own boat?”
    “We both know that your daddy bought you this boat. You dropped out of Princeton your freshman year and your dad owns the second biggest investment firm in Jersey. And you’ve never grown up, lost your enthusiasm, or followed in your father’s footsteps. Since when did it become ok not to fit any type of mold? Christ you’re 39 years old and you still play PlayStation. And now we’re lost in a storm.”
    “We’re not lost,” Tab said, “I happen to know exactly where we are.” A strike of lightening shot out in the distance.
    “Jesus!”
    “It’s ok,” Tab said, “I’ll turn things around. I can pull my own weight. I’m no baby. When we get to the Tortugas I’m gonna take you on a nice walk and buy us some drinks. Then I’ll figure it all out. It’s a new beginning sweetie!! When the storm clears, it’s a new horizon—with all the possibilities in the world. I’ll make you proud of me. And I’ll make my Dad proud too. Everyone will think I’m great.”
    “Sure they will,” Chelsea said, “in your fantasy land, maybe you can also run for President eh? All you have to do is sit back and be taken care of. It’s all you’ve ever done since you were a child.”
    “That’ll change,” Tab said, “I guarantee it. I’m walking a new path now, and only God knows where it will end. It all starts with me getting us back to the islands—and out of this storm.”

    The wind whipped the boat’s sail and water pounded on the hull in the choppy water. “Look over there, love. It’s the Islands! I got us out.”
    Chelsea eyed the lands just an hour away. “Are you sure that’s the Tortugas?” She asked. “Have you even been looking at your navigation equipment?”
    “Well, there’s something I have to tell you,” Tab said, “that lightening strike a few hours ago fried the navigation station with an electrostatic wave. I’ll have to get it fixed at the next marina.”
    “And you were thinking about telling me thisÉ.when? Would’ve been nice to know we’ve been eye balling through the whole damn storm.”
    “I didn’t want you to get worried.”
    “Well, I am. We should be back in Jersey right now instead of on this stupid boat. This was all your idea. Now I’m going to an uncharted island with a 39 year old eighth grader.”
    “Thanks a lot,” Tab said.

    Tab pulled into the dock and tied up the lines. “Ok so it’s not the Tortugas. We can still rest here overnight until the storm to the north clears. Then we go northeast, follow the coast once we hit it, and go into the first damn port we see. It’ll be fine. Try not to worry.”
    Chelsea fought back tears. “No it won’t be fine. We’re lost in the middle of the ocean with no nav equipment and we don’t even know what island we’re on.”
    “Try to relax a little baby! Where’s your sailor’s spirit! I think we should go find a watering hole and get some poisons in us. See if this little island has any joints to relax in. Let us forget all about the day huh? Make everything better again.”
    “I’m staying here,” Chelsea said, “I don’t wanna leave the boat.”
    “Well, then I’ll go and I’ll bring you back some fries or something.”
    “Stay with me,” Chelsea said, “I don’t think this is a tourist island. I’ve been looking on the maps in the last hour and I don’t have the faintest idea where we are.”
    “I’m gonna go play,” Tab said. Chelsea eyed the cliffs in the distance. She could just barely make them out. Tab began walking. He rested his backpack on his back with two fingers on his hand.
    “You know you can’t fly!” Chelsea screamed at Tab’s back, “This isn’t high school anymore! This is reality!”
    Tab disappeared into some brush.



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