Walter's Log: Trouble in the Wind

Life on the boat hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing lately—unless you count dodging bullets and shady characters as part of the "relaxing island life" Cam promised me.

We’re docked near Islamorada right now, supposedly “laying low.” But you know Cam. Laying low means poking his nose into someone else's mess and dragging me right along with him. This time it started with a woman—surprise, surprise. She came crying about her missing husband and a stolen boat. I liked her at first. She gave me a beef jerky stick and scratched behind my ear. But Cam? He smelled something fishy—and not the kind I like.

Turns out, she’s wrapped up in some serious trouble. Cam thinks she’s innocent. I think she’s got more secrets than a crab trap. He’s out chasing leads. I’m watching the dock. And Jack’s off somewhere trying not to get arrested—again.

I’ll keep an eye on things, but if Cam ends up in the water again, I’m not diving in this time. I just got groomed.

More soon. Maybe after a nap and a sniff around the galley. I think there’s still half a sandwich in the trash if Stacy didn’t beat me to it.

Until next time,
Fins Up
—Walter