Dead Reckoning

Fifty bucks says I finish first!"Chris Hampton squinted against her racing sailboat's bow spray to eye her nearest competitor.A few yards away and slightly astern, Dave Mitchell's identical Laser sailboat clipped through the bay waves, gaining. Sitting sideways, he leaned backward to keep the sail upright and full of wind. He grinned over his broad shoulder at her, his brown ponytail flying like a banner. "You don't stand a chance!"A gust of wind snatched her laugh. She adjusted the tiller. "Put your money where your mouth is!""Make it a hundred and you're on!""Deal!"Chris loosened the main sheet to put more curve in the sail. Her Laser had the wind behind her and wallowed a little in the light chop of the inlet feeding into Galveston Bay. Another spray of water leaped up onto her back, soaking her black-and-royal-blue wet suit, chilling her. She blew water droplets from her nose and settled down to her sailing. Dave had beaten her twice this season. Let him win this last race of the seriesandlose a Ben Franklin? No way.Just a hundred yards to the final buoy and then the sprint for the finish. Dave was the closest sailor, but a few yards behind him lurked the kid called Ferret. Ferret not only had his namesake's sharp features and close-set eyes, he had a habit of weaseling between boats. The kid was a born tactician and Chris didn't underestimate him. Behind them, the rest of the racers jockeyed for better wind. At the buoy she'd just cornered, the committee boat, a twenty-five-foot cabin cruiser, signaled the race course's ending point.Chris ducked her head to look under the Laser's boom at the big orange buoy marking the final leg. Fair running, but she'd have her hands full once she rounded the marker. She'd take the wind almost directly on the nose in a close beat to the finish.She glanced over at Dave. His Laser skimmed easily beside hers and she was beginning to see more of his back than his side as he drew even.Come on,she goaded him.I'm going to bury you right here in this race.One boat length. That's all she needed. Heart pounding, she nudged her boat a little further to starboard, closer to Dave. A fresh wind gust cooled the side of her neck. She tightened the main just a touch as the wind strengthened. Her little sailboat leaped ahead as Dave fell back. He was slowing to tack, but she'd chance a spill to gain some distance in the turn.The buoy sped toward her. As her boat came even with it, she pulled on the tiller and ducked while switching sides of the boat. The sail's boom swung over her head into position on the port side. She yanked the mainsheet taut as the Laser pivoted, stalled and lifted its starboard side -- where Chris now perched -- out of the water. Chris leaned backward, fighting not to fall forward as the boat tipped her into a standing position."Come on, baby!" she coaxed.The light sailboat hovered on edge, perfectly balanced. Chris braced her feet on the gunwale and leaned farther back. The boat couldn't take another inch. For a split second, Chris felt the boat tip past the sweet spot.The wind eased. The Laser paused, then dropped back onto her bottom. Chris scrambled to adjust her weight. The sail snapped twice, then caught the breeze. The Laser shot away from the buoy."Woohoo!" she heard Ferret yell. "Bitchin' corner!" Chris grinned, adrenaline surging. The fastest turn she'd ever tried. And the luckiest. She glanced back. Dave's hull rocked bottom-up. He was out of their little match race. Easy hundred bucks for her. Ferret's Laser shot past Dave's bobbing head and executed a picture-perfect tack.Now it was just her against Ferret for the finish. She tightened the main, trying to get a little more speed out of the Laser. The boat had her shoulder in, really cranking, nipping through the little wave tops. The finish mark was only a couple hundred yards away.The high whine of a small powerboat's outboard engine, like a giantMoore, Sandra K. is the author of 'Dead Reckoning', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373514144 and ISBN 037351414X.