cougar on yacht

Late sun paints gold on the waves.Ahead—one massive yacht, banners snapping wild.Not one cougar flag, but dozens,...

By noon, more flags appear across the horizon.Red silk, sequins, even one stitched in velvet.Another inspection, another...

The captain appears—cap tilted.She winks, “Right foot first, officer.”She salutes, then toasts you with champagne.Flag etiquette? Technically...

Morning calm, sun sharp on the water.You trim the sails, scanning for paperwork violators.A flick of color...