On The Beach

They sailed in bathing costumes, Dwight Towers in an old pair of fawn trunks and the girl in a two-piece costume mainly white; they had shirts with them in the boat in case of sunburn. For a few minutes they manoeuvred about in the warm sun behind the starting line, milling around amongst a dozen others of mixed classes in the race. The commander had not sailed a boat for some years and he had never handled a boat of that particular type before; she handled well, however, and he quickly learned that she was very fast. He had confidence in her by the time the gun went, and they were fifth over the line at the start of a race three times round a triangular course.

As is the case on Port Phillip Bay, the wind blew up very quickly. By the time they had been round once, it was blowing quite hard and they were sailing gunwale under; Commander Towers was too busy with the sheet and tiller keeping the boat upright and on her course to have much attention for anything else. They started on the second round and beat up to the further turning point in brilliant sunshine and clouds of spray like diamonds; so occupied was he that he failed to notice the girl's toe as she kicked a coil of mainsheet round the cleat and laid a tangle of jib sheet down on top of it. They came to the buoy and he bore away smartly, putting up the tiller and letting out the sheet, which ran two feet and fouled. A gust came down on them and laid the vessel over, the girl played dumb and pulled the jib sheet in, and the boat gave and laid her sails down flat upon the water. In a moment they were swimming by her side.

She said accusingly, "You held on to the main-sheet!" And then she said, "Oh hell, my bra's coming off!"

Indeed, she had contrived to give the knot between her shoulder blades a tweak as she went into the water, and it now floated by her side. She grabbed it with one hand and said, "Swim round to the other side and sit on the centre-board. She'll come up all right." She swam with him.

In the distance they saw the white motorboat on safety patrol turn and head towards them. She said to her companion, "Here's the crash boat coming now. Just one thing after another. Help me get this on before they come, Dwight." She could have done it perfectly well herself, lying face down in the water. "That's right-a good hard knot. Not quite so tight as that; I'm not a Japanese. That's right. Now let's get this boat up and go on with the race."

She climbed on to the centreboard that stuck out horizontally from the hull at water level and stood on it holding on to the gunwale while he swam below, marvelling at the slim lines of her figure and at her effrontery. He bore his weight down on the plate with her and the boat lifted sodden sails out of the water, hesitated, and then came upright with a rush. The girl tumbled over the topsides into the cockpit and fell in a heap as she cast off the mainsheet, and Dwight clambered in beside her. In a minute they were under way again, the vessel tender with the weight of water on her sails, before the crash boat reached them. "Don't do that again," she said severely. "This is my sun-bathing suit. It's not meant for swimming in."

"I don't know how I came to do it," he apologized. "We were doing all right up till then."

They completed the course without further incident, finishing last but one. They sailed in to the beach, and Peter met them waist deep in the water. He caught the boat and turned her into the wind. "Have a good sail?" he asked. "I saw you bottle her."

"It's been a lovely sail," the girl replied. "Dwight bottled her and then my bra came off, so one way and another we've had a thrilling time. Never a dull moment. She goes beautifully, Peter."

They jumped over into the water and pulled the boat ashore, let down the sails, and put her on the trolley on the slipway to park her up on the beach. Then they bathed off the end of the jetty and sat smoking in the warm evening sun, sheltered from the offshore wind by the cliff behind them.

The American looked at the blue water, the red cliffs, the moored motorboats rocking on the water. "This is quite a place you've got here," he said reflectively. "For its size it's as nice a little club as any that I've seen."

"They don't take sailing too seriously," Peter remarked. "That's the secret."

The girl said, "That's the secret of everything. When do we start drinking again, Peter?"

"The crowd are coming in at about eight o'clock," he told her. He turned to his guest. "We've got a few people coming in this evening," he said. "I thought we'd go down and have dinner at the hotel first. Eases the strain on the domestic side."

"Sure. That'll be fine."

The girl said, "You're not taking Commander Towers to the Pier Hotel again?"

"That's where we thought of going for dinner."

She said darkly, "It seems to me to be very unwise."

The American laughed. "You're building up quite a reputation for me in these parts."