Alison

"Hey, Alison!"  Matt called out to her.  "Wow, what are you doing here?"

Alison looked up at the ship from the jetty, and then she placed her hand on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.  "I brought you some cookies."  Alison said with a huge smile.  She was holding a medium-sized cookie tin in her other hand.

Matt thought she looked adorable, standing down on the jetty in the sunshine.  He couldn't help but smile himself.  "You have cookies?"  Matt said with a grin.  "Come on board then."

Alison climbed the stairs, and then crossed the brow.  Matt stood at attention and gave her a salute.

"Wow, I'm glad I came here," she gushed.  "I get saluted by a real live sailor?  I never expected such a wonderful welcome."

"Well, you did bring cookies," Matt explained.  "Maybe I was saluting the cookies."

Alison took a long look at Matt.  "It's always nice to see a man in uniform," she smiled.

Matt felt like he might be blushing.

An excerpt from Whiskey 601, a novel by Mark Nelson