Mist B Haven

I remember the day two old guys in dark suits and hats, gave me the boat. It was 1960, I was nineteen. I had just walked out of my apartment and my relationship. I had nowhere to go and twelve bucks and change in my purse. A boat big enough to sleep on, regardless of how broken down she might be, well, that was just too tempting to pass up. Broken down was an understatement. She was sinking. I climbed aboard determined to resurrect her.

But it wasn't long before the Mist B Haven's past began to catch up with her, and me.