The Further Adventures of Orson Orsen Chandler (100 word post, 35 of 50)

I kept my mouth shut for a change. Big boy was as talkative as ever, but Mrs. Harper surprised me by her smiling silence. She scanned the horizon and headed away from shore, which seemed counterintuitive to me. Then again what had intuition gotten me so far. “All right, I’ll go first,” I said finally. “What exactly was the point of stranding me, then picking me up? Why not just take me for a ride?” Mrs. Harper nodded. “I do believe some answers are at hand, Mr. Chandler.” I was amazed that I hadn’t seen the yacht we’d come upon.