“Run Geni Run!”

May 24th 2025

The Chasing Destiny was experiencing a slow morning, the kind where the air hung heavy and still. Brandy was already engaged in her daily battle: trying desperately to keep Greg’s collection of white clothes white. It was a losing battle, as he had an uncanny knack for grabbing them for even the dirtiest, most hectic maintenance tasks. Speaking of which, the poor geni (the boat’s generator) seemed to have mutually decided to take a break, leaving a silence that was less peaceful and more concerning. To top it off, it was a cloudy day. While initially nice without the glaring sun, now the solar panels were gasping for the sun, desperately needing to charge her sweet precious batteries.

Later, Brandy and Katniss found their sanctuary on the bow, both comfortably placed in their comfy chairs, enjoying what little breeze stirred. Their peace was suddenly disturbed by a series of powerful breath strokes – the sound of someone swimming with impressive vigor. Their boat neighbor, the aptly named “In The Kitchen”, surfaced beside their hull. He flipped to his back, taking a break, and Brandy yelled out, “What the heck?” He then casually stated that he’d forgotten his dinghy keys on his catamaran. Without a moment’s hesitation, Brandy told him that she and Katniss would take him back to the dock.

After their brief chauffeur service, Brandy and Katniss happily returned to the bow to relax in the breeze. They settled in to watch the parade of little “margarita boats” cruise around. These were a truly fun sight, designed to look like you were cruising around inside a giant margarita glass, complete with a tiny umbrella.

As evening fell, the reality of no AC set in. Heading down into the cabin for bed felt like descending into a warm, stuffy cave. “Nope!” Brandy declared, making an executive decision. “We are sleeping in the salon!” It was going to be a little slumber party for the girls. However, Queen Katniss, as she had now declared herself, immediately demanded all of the rechargeable tiny fans. This, of course, left Brandy with precisely none. Brandy sighed, resigned to her fate. She would comply with her fluffy spoiled overlord. The Queen deserved this, after all.