Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Wait, what?
He had given her pause. But not enough to get Sail out of her mind during the storm.
All afternoon and into the early morning, people came and went. They cooked, served food, kept people entertained, and warm, and watched the news for any information on the storm. Galvin met more people than she had in her entire life. Received a marriage proposal, multiple job offers, all of which she turned down. She learned how to cook, taught a couple of kids how to make paper flowers, and laughed.
The next day, everything was back to normal, except for those who had to clean up their yards. The people of Seaport didn’t need to fear though because the Carter men all volunteered to help.
Galvin stepped out onto her porch and lifted her face to the rising sun. It was going to be a nice day, warming up enough to aid in yard cleaning and any repairs that needed to be done around town. She looked out toward the water and swore the tiny specs she saw in the harbor were fishing or sail boats. She couldn’t be sure. The only thing she was sure of, Seaport was bustling.
She walked briskly down the stairs and unlatched the side gate, her private entrance to the courtyard if she didn’t want to walk through the diner. Making sure it was shut tight, she gripped the top of the wood and used it as an anchor to stretch out her calves. It’d been months since she ran, but since her arrival in town, it’d been on her mind.
Galvin finished stretching as she walked to the sidewalk. She looked left toward the waterfront. This would have the most people later in the morning once people woke and started their day. They’d come out, shop, and walk along the esplanade. If she started off to the right, she’d run along the homes, the mansions, and eventually the rocky shored ocean. Galvin sort of liked the idea of running along the pathway while the ocean crashed into the rocks. There would undoubtedly be fishermen standing on the bigger rocks, braving the waves to get their catch.
It didn’t matter which way she’d start because each road connected in some way or the other and she’d circle around, ending at the waterfront, if she didn’t start there.
“Less people now,” she said to no one but herself as she started out.
She’d made the right decision. No one walked the sidewalks this early except others who had the same thought as her, get out and exercise. When she came along a few walkers, Galvin ran on the cobblestone, but quickly hopped back onto the sidewalk until the road switched to pavement. It was hard walking on cobblestone, running on it was near impossible.
The sidewalk curved and stretched out along a park. The Little League field was empty, but the large sign on the fence told people there would be a tournament this coming weekend. Not far from there, a statue of Rochambeau, the French Royal Army officer who aided in the American Revolution. It’s rumored he had a home in Seaport as well, which was now used for one of the colleges. Along with the rumor, it’s been mentioned Rochambeau had the exterior of his home built to look like granite instead of wood since the British forces would burn homes.
People posed in front of the statue, and they turned and rested against the railing meant to keep them from falling into the water and took another photo with Seaport as their backdrop.
Further down, Galvin spotted someone moving a small sailboat into the water. She instantly thought of Sail, probably for no other reason than his name. It’d taken her a few days to get used to the Carter boys unusual names, but they weren’t really that outlandish when since she’d come across some really obscure names in the novels she read. Fans seemed to clamor to those, naming their kids after their favorite characters.
The closer she came to the person putting the boat in the water, more people appeared doing the same thing. An instructor began barking out directions and the whoosh of sails echoed over the bay.
Galvin followed the curve of the sidewalk and took a deep breath. From this point, until she reached the ocean, would be a steady slope. While she knew the incline would do wonders for her calves and ass, the burn would hurt.
With another inhale and a ton of resolve, she kept her pace brisk and steady, breathing in and out as she maneuvered off the sidewalk and onto the dirt path parallel to the road. The smell of brine and sea salt wafted over her before she saw the water. As soon as the houses were behind her, nothing but blue sky greeted her.
Pausing to catch her breath, Galvin gulped in air and took in the breathtaking view. The horizon was clear of boats and ships, stretching out endlessly. Only waves, birds, and the sun filled the vast expanse.