“Don’t worry; we’re having an adventure!”
My sister and I grew up hearing our fun-loving mom say ‘We’re having an adventure’ anytime best laid plans went awry. It was her way to spin a wrong turn into an enjoyable side trip. I began writing A BRUSH WITH MURDER knowing it’d be a high stakes sailing regatta story. Amidst the turmoil of the Shepherd sisters’ race to save their father, I realized that the three sisters were just different versions of me and my sister.
When I was eight, around Mollie’s age, my veteran-Marine-turned-high-school teacher dad became a sailor. He bought a used red sixteen-foot sailboat and named it Tomato Sloop. After building his captain skills and confidence, he slowly traded up until his final sailboat, a thirty-something-foot yacht named Snowbird. When he was sailing or racing in regattas on one of the Great Lakes, he was home.
One day, when we were still sailing on little Tomato Sloop, we encountered a storm while out on the water. The sky suddenly went dark, wind kicking up and tossing us into growing waves while we were pelted with small hailstones mixed into the rain. My mom’s words, “Don’t worry; we’re having an adventure,’ almost convinced me and my sister that all would be okay. But in a flash of lightning and clap of thunder, the sidestay keeping the tall mast upright snapped, the metal cable smacking against the rigging. The boat listed to one side from the weight of the partially untethered mast. The mainsail flapped and cracked in the wind, heavy lines and metal grommets whipping about. My sister and I scrambled to the high side of the cockpit and watched water pour over the railing into the boat. The top of the mast kissed the choppy, churning water. One of us screamed.
Somehow, my dad got control of the mainsail, tightening it and the boom and pulling the keeling boat back from the tipping point just long enough to sail aground onto a peninsula, bringing us to safety.
‘Don’t worry; we’re having an adventure,’ was a pretty effective way to tamp down any anxiety or fear in unpredictable situations. It usually worked. But that day on the boat, amid the chaos making eight-year-old me imagine I might die of drowning in a shipwreck, it was my dad’s calm that kept me from completely losing it. I’m sure he was scared. But he ordered us to the high side, checked our life jackets were tight and our white-knuckled fists grasped the deck railing and got us to safety. As a kid, I remember thinking the boat didn’t capsize because he refused to let it. I didn’t know the mast was still somewhat secured by the forestay and shrouds on the opposite side. My mother’s sunny point of view gave me the option to see a catastrophe as a quest. My dad’s quiet strength gave me the courage to embark on the journey.
Savanna Shepherd and her sisters never shy away from adventure—even when that adventure is disguised as a daunting or dangerous mission. I am certain their mother Charlotte has uttered those same words to them—‘Don’t worry; we’re having an adventure!’
About the author
Tracy Gardner is an Edgar Award nominated author of two cozy mystery series, one recent novel earning a spot on New York Public Library’s Best 100 Books list. Tracy also writes book club fiction with heart and grit under pen name Jess Sinclair. A Detroit native with one foot in the sand of Florida’s Gulf Coast, Tracy is a mother of three, the daughter of two teachers, and works as a nurse when not writing. She lives with her husband and a menagerie of spoiled rescue dogs and cats who inspire every fictional pet she writes.
