A moment to remember

摘要

If you had asked any of the three of us aboard WINDROSE if we knew that moonrise was at exactly the same minute-2 a.m.-for which my cell-phone alarm was set and positioned on a corner of the saloon table next to my starboard settee bunk, I doubt any of us would have had the slightest inkling. Walter Ansel and his lather, Willits, and I were roughly midway through our delivery of Walter's double-ended Atkin gaff cutter from Georgetown, Maine, home to Mystic, Connecticut. We knew we'd need every bit of time to make a favorable current southbound through the Cape Cod Canal. At the moment we cast off from a mooring in Scituate, Massachusetts-minutes after rising-that 18-percent slice of waning crescent moon was still too low in the urban haze to call much attention to itself.