523 The Flood, Ch 36



Chapter Thirty-six

With Sunny home we got into the activity of rebuilding in earnest. News from the outside world continued to arrive, in rumors and in the shape of flyovers, even an old tall ship passing. But our group of about a thousand people didn't seem to merit much attention.

So we all worked to make the surviving homes liveable, and to salvage what we could from the rest, and the junk. I made many boat trips to the old downtown area, now a cluster of quickly deteriorating highrises, with just the upper floors above the water. 

Then pirates began to show up. We kept them off the island, but the wrecked buildings downtown became dangerous. And traveling alone, I began to worry.

"Worry is wasted energy," I told myself, remembering my enlightened moments in the initial flood. 

My sailboat has no motor. Well, it does have a motor, I have no diesel. So any outrunning of pirates would have to be by wind power alone.

Of course, their craft were paddled and rowed, so I wasn't too worried. 







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