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Silver heat

... quickly that I swore I could see it moving. And as it rose from the sea, it captured the sky, banishing what had been starlight and establishing it silver reign. As earlier the sun had illumined a golden highway, the moon now lit a silver and platinum path on the sea that seemed to draw me toward it seemed to beckon to me to follow its endless road to. . . what? Happiness? &#034Look there,&#034 lance pointed. A black dot had insinuated itself in the platinum moon path, growing larger as I watched. &#034That is our island,&#034 Lance said, drawing me closer. &#034What is it's name,&#034 I asked. &#034It doesn't have a name. So far it is merely a dot, a set of compass coordinates on a map. Maybe I will call it Neal island. Or Scott Island. Would you like that?&#034 &#034Ha ha, how many other boys and girls have you said that to? How many names does it have?&#034 Lance's voice became tight. &#034You can be an evil and cruel young man. Did anyone ever tell you that?&#034 he paused a long time and I could see the muscles of his jaw tighten and contract. &#034I hate and despise jealousy,&#034 he continued. &#034It is a great evil that has destroyed many, many relationships. Jealousy means only two things, lack of trust and lack of respect for your partner and yourself.&#034 Again he paused. I could tell he was struggling to control his emotions. Go forward! On the port side below the life line you will see what looks like a small box. On top there is a red switch labeled 'anchor ...

... release'. When I tell you and not a moment before, open the box and flip the switch.&#034 &#034Aye, aye captain,&#034 I attempted humor to alleviate the situation, but Lance did not laugh. I went forward and awaited his command. While waiting I did some soul searching. If I was showing jealousy toward this man, what did that mean? Did it mean that I had already invested myself in this man? What else could it mean? Something else pricked at my mind. Up to now, I had not really thought of Lance as a human being. He was older, stronger, much more experienced. But I had just seen a vulnerability that brought a certain level of equality to our relationship. What I had meant to be what I thought was a flippant remark had hurt Lance, cut him. I was well-read enough to know that first comes fear or hurt and then comes anger. I knew nothing of his past. Had he been hurt before? I must remember to ask him. Lance's voice finally penetrated my reveries. &#034Hello, Neal, Buddy, You there?&#034 &#034Aye aye, Cap'n.&#034 &#034Lower the anchor before we run aground.&#034 &#034Aye sir.&#034 Moving quickly I locate the desired switch and flipped it. The sound of the anchor chain rattling down made me feel as if I were in a movie arriving in Hong Kong or some exotic port. Would I ever get used to this different world Lance dwelt in. I went to the stern, looked in the cockpit. Lance was not there. I did the full 360 like a ballerina en point, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then I noticed his ...