Arriving late in the morning at the marina from where your journey will start you take in the view. A stiff cool breeze blows off the azure sea. The sky above is cloudless and the sun is bright. Finding the berth of your new charge is not difficult. In fact it would be pretty hard to miss. There, standing alone by the dock is a beautiful yacht. Silver lettering on the white stern identifies her as the Sea Nymph.
You go down to the dock to look her over. The Sea Nymph is a fine boat. Her white hull is 40m bow to stern. She is ketch rigged, a tall mast forward carrying two triangular sails and a small mast near the back, which carries a smaller triangular sail. In between is the raised roof of the cabin area. Her teak decks are a cherry red color that sparkles in the sun. One unusual thing catches your eye.
At the bow is a carved figurehead. The figure is that of a young naked girl with a green sheen to her painted skin and carved seashells in her hair. This is obviously the sea nymph for which the vessel is named. The odd thing is the way the hands are positioned, resting between the legs. The carving's face portrays a look of far-off ecstasy.
"Hello there" a voice calls. While you've been appreciating the lines of your new boat you missed the appearance of somebody on deck. Now you find yourself appreciating equally beautiful curves. "You must be the new Captain,” says a very shapely dark haired young lady of about eighteen years. "I guess I am" you say beaming a smile at this very attractive girl.
"Well" she says, "I guess you'd better come aboard"
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