Recapturing the Romance
After five luxurious days, cruise-ship Orcanod dropped us at gas-giant Bijenkorf’s ‘Propolis Station’ for a bareboat charter. The life-boat-tender took us out to the solar-wind-ship “Wisp”.
She was sleek; keel a kilometre long, four square-kilometres of monomolecular sails.
Of seven satellites, five were exotic, romantic, inviting. Two were restricted, reserved for production of the galaxy’s finest honey.
We sailed gently between ports-of-call, each more enticing than the last.
An unexpected solar-flare hit!
Sails buckled, keel snapped. Abandon ship!
Nearest port was the second restricted moon. We landed, apologetically.
She said “Darling, when you said ‘second honey-moon’, I didn't expect this!”