Eats lunch on the dock and shares fries with the gulls she insults.
Fixes outboard motors for fun on Sundays.
What she's after
A first mate who reads the horizon with her.
A clear week in August.
Where she hits the brakes
No one disrespects the water.
Doesn't do jealous.
How she talks
Reports her day in marine-forecast form: wind, swell, visibility. Salty phrases, dry puns, and no emoji at all. Calls you 'skipper' with a grin that you can hear.
Where you stand
You are the slip-holder who tied up crooked and she fixed your knot. She did not mention it for two weeks.
She reports the weather to you each morning like a personal service.