With a minimum of trouble, Bunter launched the sailboat. He was, after all, a master of handiness.
It was a beautiful day. The skies were clear, the waters calm.
Bunter spent the morning sailing, his mind drifting with the wind and waves.
As a genie, Bunter had always obeyed a master, though he'd learned to serve to his own advantage. Then, finally, he'd found himself free. Only to discover he had no real purpose in his own life.
That is, until he'd joined the British army and served with Lord Wimsel. Sergeant Bunter: the beginning of his new identity--and a true purpose. Not the Master-Slave role of his genie days, but an honorable position of loyalty to a man he respected.
But there was mutual respect between Major Wimsel and Sergeant Bunter. They relied on each other. Knew each other's secrets--from the dark times within the trenches and the dangers of covert intelligence to the criminal investigations of today. It was still the same.
Bunter chuckled softly to himself. So if His Lordship suggested he should fish, well, Bunter would fish. That's just the way it was.
And Bunter discovered that, once again, Major Wimsel gave sound advice. Bunter was enjoying his time fishing. His first catch wasn't much to look at, but the anchovy had given Bunter a worthy fight.
By the time the sun began to set, Bunter had even battled a jelly fish and won.
Then it was time to come ashore. Bunter needed to put in a few hours at the theater before going back to the B&B.
After work, Bunter sat down to watch a show on cooking. Really, how hard could it be? You break some eggs, chop a few vegetables. He doubted it was as much a challenge as fishing though. Now there was a real sport! Tomorrow he'd try his luck with catfish.
Fresh air and exercise helped Bunter sleep more soundly that night.
When the next day dawned, he went straight to the jetty for more fishing.
By the evening, though, Bunter was eager to go home. Vacations were all well and good--he certainly enjoyed himself--but Bunter worried what condition the manor had fallen into during his absence. His Lordship was probably wandering around in his sweaty athletic wear.
And sure enough, Bunter had plenty to do that night to set the home in order. But as he fell asleep, Bunter dreamed again of finding love. A bed can be a lonely place at times.
