A fun loving novel filled with humor,deep sea fishing,romance, island hopping with an off-the-wall, outlandish Captain leading the way.
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Where Islands Are is available . Amazon.com in both Kindle and paperback. Nothing said about a book qualifies it for the reader as well as what other readers have had to say about it. This being said, I leave my fate as a writer to the reader. Below are the responses I have received from readers.
Captain Jack is the epitome of a character that we all have inside of us and cannot get out. This tale is an enticing draw for a lifestyle that we all would like a shot at and most never do. Words are placed with precision and accuracy in order to draw the reader further in with each word. Waiting to see what comes next from the pen of this wordsmith.” ---Allen Thomas
I took a boat ride without leaving my house with some pretty awesome people. I was told this book was exciting and filled with some big fish tales so I read it. My first impression after reading a couple pages of this book made me want to read more. I felt like I was right there with all of them as the invisible person who was laughing as I watched it all un-fold right in front of my eyes. Now this writer tells it like it is...the parts were he and his wife would just sneak off below and shared their love for one another. This is a journey of life about taking chances and walking away from it all to live on a boat and sail on the wild side of the ocean...with a captain and his sexy women he chose to sail with him two at a time.
Jack was a wild man who kept things crazy on the ship with all his drinking and women. I loved the writer’s wife who seemed to be so care free and her love was only for her man. I liked the part about Jack jumping in the water to retrieve the fine china. This is a bestseller book to me, but everyone needs to give this book a read. This is a book about the wild seas of life and good and bad times on the water with a captain who did not want to be defeated." I think he was a few times in the book (defeated) and that was by the Island girl. I don't think he would ever admit it and if he dare be told he was....then look out for a fight, no doubt. I wonder if Jack came back or died or what in the end...ah, I will have to read the next book to find out!” ---Josh Carter
“This is an amazing book. Proof that if you work at it, you can live your dreams. This book made me laugh with his stories of Captain Jack and made cry because of the way he describes the scenery. Who wouldn't want to sell it all and sail through the Carribean? I know he brought me a little piece of heaven by writing this book. Awesome work and can't wait for the next one!” ---Anne L. Lewis
I had ordered this book not knowing what to expect to read. However I read the book and the more I read the more I could not put the book down.
This is a really good read it took me aboard a boat and I could hear the water ripple and feel the heat on my face. This is how the author writes very detailed and with this it made me want to read till the end. I will say in all honestly it is a well-written and very interesting book. I would recommend this book as a wonderful, well written exciting, lots of drama with characters you will fall in love with. I will say “I loved Jack." He was one raw dude on the boat who did not give a crapish for anything attitude."---Janice Rawlins
“Where Islands Are is an entertaining novel with such descriptive narrative that you feel like you are right onboard the ship "The Island Girl" and can visualize the crazy antics of Captain Jack and the others. It is a fun read when you want to get away from the real world and enter a total island fantasy! Loved it!” ---Carol
"The book is great...can't put it down when is the next one coming out? I'm ready!"
"I enjoyed reading it so much I just ordered the Ereader version so I can have it with me everywhere I go keep `em coming. I would order the book on cd if it came that way too!"--- V. Lynn Profit
"Just finished "Where Islands Are". Having never been to that part of the world in the physical...I have walked the streets of the Keys...smelling the aromas, seeing the colors and feeling the ambiance. I can still taste the salty spray of the ocean, feel the dip and sway of the waves, and am catching my breath at watching the marlin fights. Thanks, Dewayne for a trip to the tropics from my recliner in Kentucky!!! Loved the book!!!" ---Joy
“All I can say is, awesome read, Couldn't put it down. It took me to a life that many of us has only dreamed of.” ---CrazyIvan
“Finished your book and it was great! Can't wait for #2”---Dorothy Jean Brackins Young
We had walked in the predawn to secluded area of beach arriving at the sea’s edge as sunrise came over a long point filled with bent crooked palm trees curling their way toward the sky. As we clung to each other, the yellows and oranges of the new sun jabbed between jagged palm fronds flashing into the blue water with colors of lightening and molted lava. The sea stirred as if batting its eyes from the brightness and awakening with a yawn of long stretching waves. We sat on the white sand not flinching for fear it would all go away.
I have no idea how long we sat on that beach but it was such a spectacular vision I never wanted us to leave. I now knew what had drawn Hemingway and Buffett to this place. I could only imaging as we sat there how a sunrise could be from the deck of The Island Girl far out in the gulf where we would be all the sun had to dazzle. But I did know we would certainly love it. There was nothing to not love here.
Down the beach, an old man in khaki shorts and a beat-up straw hat walked across white sand towards the sea carrying a metal bucket and a fishing rod. He was stringy with skin dark as old leather. When near the surf, he sat the bucket upside down on the beach and took a tackle-pack off his shoulder placing it on the sand. He sat on the bucket, tied a lure to the line, stood and started casting. With little effort, he sent the lure a great distance through the air out into the surf and I admired his skill.
We walked closely by him as we were leaving the beach to chase down breakfast. He glanced back at us once to see if we were in his way. His eyes were as blue as the sea and seemed in a permanent squint from looking into the sun glair off the sea. I think he looked older than he was and had that toughness about him of a retired warrior that had fought more than his share of battles.
As we entered a café, I couldn’t get him off my mind. It was the way he looked at us that had my attention. There was something soothing about his eyes. Maybe he was just a loner happy with where he was and with what he was doing and was glad we were leaving. He looked like he had earned the right to do whatever he wanted. I hoped that I would meet him again and we’d have the opportunity to become friends.
The café was an old 1800’s two-story house with a second floor balcony overlooking a large tropical garden and the street. We asked for a balcony table and we were seated overlooking a garden leading to the street. A ship’s anchor was the centerpiece of the garden. It was huge and pitted badly from hundreds of years beneath the sea. We ordered coffee and blueberry pancakes and the morning street now alive with colorful people going out for breakfast too.
As we ate, we decided go to the Mel Fisher museum and see the silver and gold recovered from sunken Spanish galleons. The blueberry pancakes were stuffed with a filling of very rich blueberry cream cheese and the first bite awoke every taste bud in my mouth. We ate, drank coffee and people-watched from the balcony most of the morning. Later we walked to Mel Fisher’s and the Pirate museum.
We had been up all night and after the museums; we went back to our room, showered and grabbed a mid-day nap. It was the heat of the day and all good pirates took siestas to escape the heat and to ready themselves for a night on the town. In a sense, we were pirates waiting on our ship to arrive and sleep came easy as the ceiling fan slowly turned, hypnotizing us into deep slumber. If I dreamed, I don’t remember.
When I awoke, it was late afternoon and the sun had passed the midday peak. I lay watching the blades of the ceiling fan, feeling the air brush over my body. My Island girl looked peaceful, I watched her breathing, and it was in harmony with the slow turning fanblades. I eased out of bed and lit a smoke. I was feeling hungry and thirsty, mostly thirsty, and wanting my boat to hurry on in. I slipped out of the room to get us food and drink leaving her asleep.
The plaza down the street was stirring with activity and I noticed a seafood shack at the rear of the food court and ordered shrimp and rice for two, island style, and two large sweet iced teas, to go. As I waited, a man began setting-up shop at a table between shops. He was selling hand rolled cigars and made one as I watched. When I passed-by him with my take-out order, he grinned and offered-up a free cigar he’d just rolled.
I accepted the cigar and chatted with him. After a few moments, he showed me a wooden humidor he said was filled with the finest Cuban cigars. There were twenty-four cigars and he wanted $250.00 for them. I told him they may well be worth the price, but that I wouldn’t know the difference between Cuban cigars and a box of King Edwards. I thanked him for the free smoke and headed for the room. A troupe of free ranging Key West chickens darted across the street in front of me stopping traffic until they were safely in a yard.