Chapter 122 Fuckable I

• We didn’t have a lot of luck on our shark fishing trip, but we did have some luck in other areas, if you know what I mean, nudge nudge wink wink! Sean, Freddy, and I were heading back home in Freddy’s SeaRay Sundancer after about 10 hours of no sharks on a sunny Sunday afternoon in May.
• We were coming back into Indian Rocks Beach when we caught sight of a good sized single sail yacht that was evidently in trouble. A short, stocky, balding guy was waving at us, so we pulled closer.
• “Everything ok?” Sean yelled at the guy when we were close enough to be heard.