Now in the seam, between the clouds of the night and the fog of morning, the boats came, forty in all, rigging rising, speed building, and then the gun—before the sun broke. This would be Parker Barnes third Provincetown race with his father and his first as Captain. Jonathan Barnes had trained his boy well.
He pushed him as a deckhand, no privileges; learn each position, understand wind and sails and lines and men, then bring them all together above the water. “A great race is never won in the water,” Jonathan Barnes coached his son, “always above the water, Parker, above the water.”
– The Adored, written by Tom Connolly