The yacht was clearly cursed. The last two female passengers had departed by ambulance. Now we had a sweaty, nervous boss, ten empty duffel bags, a shotgun, and a high-powered walkie-talkie, all of which did not add up to a regular sail. Back on shore, the repo men from the bank were waiting. So was the draft lottery.
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