Got the fire of her mama anâ the tendency for insubordination        from her dad. Gorram CRICK in his neck, sure. âDOES matter,        but youâre rightâ that ainât the point. Point is, I see you tryinâ to        make calls you ainât AUTHORIZED to make. Best go off to your        room anâ remember who hereâs CAPTAIN of this boat.â
She loathed him sometimes-- anger bubbling up until it took everything she got not to yell. Only respect and FEAR of her motherâs stern looks were enough keep her voice level. âCouldnât forget whoâs captain even if I tried.â It was barely more than a mumble. âAnd I ainât makinâ calls-- that would imply Iâve got even a speck âa power on this here boat.â














