That’s My Ball

April 22nd 2025

“A sudden flurry of activity outside the porthole jolted Brandy awake. Disoriented for a moment, she peered out to see the unmistakable silhouette of the Proximity, their long-term mooring neighbor, surprisingly leaving . A jolt of adrenaline mixed with opportunity shot through her sleepy brain. ‘Greg! Wake up! The Proximity’s leaving!’

Like a well-oiled, slightly groggy machine, they sprang into action. The allure of a ‘better ball’ – prime real estate in the mooring field – was a powerful motivator. It was a silent, unspoken competition, this race for the best spot. Despite the early hour and the lingering haze of sleep. Lines were cast off, engines hummed to life, and with practiced precision, the Chasing Destiny glided towards the newly vacated prize. Within minutes, they were secured. Ah, the sweet serenity of prime mooring. Away from the hustle and bustle of the other buoys.