Tiny Bubbles — A Love Story in Deep Water • Chapter One
Tiny Bubbles: A Love Story in Deep Water Chapter One: In Which Two Fools Set Sail and Immediately Regret It It began, as all great love stories do, with someone losing control of a boat in the dark. “And so begins the true unauthorized story of Tiny Bubbles,” Heidi announced into the void, with the kind of misplaced confidence that has launched a thousand doomed expeditions. Luittown. Hanukkah Harbor. The night air smelled of salt and optimism, two things that would prove to be in very short supply. Joshua S. Holloway — the S. standing for, one imagines, Seriously, What Are We Doing — echoed his agreement from somewhere in the darkness. “Here we come,” he said. The ocean, for its part, said nothing, but was already formulating a response. • • • Their vessel was called Tiny Bubbles, which is either the most charming or most ominous name for a sailboat ever devised, depending on whether you’re watching it from a comfortable bar onshore or actually aboa...