Three months later, Peggy Gibson walked along the grey-enameled planks of the "300's" again. She walked out the finger next to the Sea Nymph.
It had taken only a second's consideration on Ed Gibson's part to decide what to do with the reward money Peggy had been given. The owners of the Windsome and the other yachts' had been very generous. They were happy to give Peggy and Tom one-third of the value of the boats and equipment recovered.
Ed sold the house in New Mexico and bought a controlling share of John Wood's boatyard. Ruth had insisted that Peggy help get the new house shipshape, but the task was finally finished.
Peggy looked into the cuddy. Tom was reading a magazine with his back to her. She stepped carefully onto the deep-keeled craft. She had one foot on the ladder before he looked up.
"Peggy! How are you? What in the world are you doing here?" Tom's face lit up with the questions.
Peggy smiled wide. Her breasts had grown noticeably in the time she'd been gone. She slid the hatch shut. With her fingers on the top button of her thin blouse, she whispered, "Guess."