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Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

pointing at me. Then he turned around into the wheelhouse, “Ducks on the pond, Skip. We’ve got a movie star on board!” Kevin went in first and I heard an older man laugh, “Jesus, Brian. You think every bloke with a beard is fuckin’ Hugh Jackman. This one’s six inches too short and twenty years too young.” And then to Kevin, “I swear, mate, no offense right? But the last Hugh Jackman he brought up here was a bloody Iranian.” “Not him, Skip. Her!” he said proudly, letting me in. “I just worked it out; she’s the one from them Pirate movies with Johnny Depp and that other poofter bloke.” None for two, Brian! I think that was Keira Knightley. At least he had the right side of the Atlantic this time. “Geez you’re a goose, Brian,” The Skip laughed. “Nah, she’s that bird from Harry Potter. Emma Thompson!” “Watson,” I corrected him, grinning madly at what felt like a comedy routine. “Yeah, right. I should know, my boy’s got a fu- … a friggin’ life sized poster of you in a red dress on his wall. See it every time I walk in. Make a point of it, in fact; pardon me for sayin’ so love, but you’re kind of easy on the eyes.” Then his face clouded over in panic. “Oh shit, I hope you were eighteen when that picture was taken. Pardon my French.” I could only laugh. “I’m Laurie,” Skip leaned forward to shake hands without shifting his bulk off the stool. “But you can call me Skip up here.” He looked to be in his late forties, greying hair and overweight, but with a friendly, welcoming smile. ... “Hello Skip,” I smiled back. “I’m … Emma,” I almost buggered it up, “and this is Kevin.” “Wotcha!” Kevin gave an informal salute from behind Brian. Oh, take him now, Lord! “Well pull up a pew,” Skip indicated some chairs against the rear wall of the wheelhouse. “Me ‘n’ Brian’ve gotta get this tub on its way to Circular Quay. We can yak when we’re outta the Cove.” Brian sat on the stool beside Skip. “And you’ll haf’ta shoosh when we’re on the radio,” he said. “Else the Harbour Master’ll rip us both a new one.” I made a zipping motion across my lips and smiled back. Skip put on a radio headset and conducted an unintelligible conversation with the wharf crew which I hope meant they had cast off and we were cleared to leave port. He brought the engines up to a high idle to move us smoothly away from the wharf and then slowly added more power until we were underway and cruising out past Manly Point. “Don’choo have another movie to make, love?” Skip asked. “Shift y’r arse, Brian. Give the girl a seat with a view.” And then back to me, “My Davey can’t stop goin’ on about it.” “They’ve finished filming,” I said, swapping seats with Brian and marvelling at how I managed not to completely lie. “The movie comes out in in a few months.” I was really settling in to the accent. It felt completely natural; I couldn’t be more at home than talking about Harry Potter and Hermione. Kevin stood beside me with an arm around my shoulder and watched out the window. “Shame they hooked you up that ranga ...