![]() ![]() He’s bounced from his perch several more times before I notice him tugging at one of the sofa cushions. When our eyes meet, he tilts his head and gives one of his famous snorts: ‘Kwok!’ (Meaning: ‘Go easy!’) He’s up in an instant, stumpy legs powering him back onto the seat. Wrestling with the wheel, I spot Lucky being catapulted from the sofa to the cabin floor. Then a boisterous cross-sea develops, breaking over the decks and buffeting us from side to side. We’re 40 nautical miles off the coast of Queensland threading a course among coral reefs the wind is gusting over 30 knots, and the night is so dark it feels as though the boat is falling endlessly into black space. I’m less calm, but trying not to show it. He sits calmly on the sofa in the main cabin, his circular brown eyes following my movements at the wheel. It’s a rough passage-his first on the open sea-yet Lucky isn’t afraid. Late at night, a small dog races north towards the Great Barrier Reef on board an old wooden sailboat. ![]()
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