er； he was actually a pretty cool guy； especially after he’d had his evening tumbler of scotch。
“Take a look。” Chips passed the binoculars over to Nate。 He could just make out land； fuzzy in the distance。 “By New Year’s Eve； we’ll be at the Breakers；” Chips declared； almost to himself。
“I’m sorry？” Nate asked。 Wasn’t the Breakers a resort in Palm Beach？ He was ready to stop somewhere； make a couple calls back home； sure。 He’d thrown his phone overboard when he’d made the decision to sail with Chips back in August； so he’d only been able to call home occasionally； when they stopped at various islands。 He hadn’t even been able to wish his parents a Merry Christmas。 Still； he’d been hoping their next stop would be somewhere a little more adventurous； like Costa Rica。 He’d always wanted to go there。
Join the club。
“So we’re stopping in Palm Beach？ And where to after that？” Nate asked。 Ever since they’d left； he’d trusted Chips to guide them。 But he was kind of wondering what Chips’s grand plan was。
Instead of answering his question； Chips pulled himself back up into a standing position。 He dusted off the thighs of his white linen pants。 “When I was your age； I was in the navy。 Didn’t have the luxury to think about how I wanted to live my life； just had to make sure I got the chance to live it another day。 You know what I’m saying； son？” he asked gruffly。 His burry Scottish accent reminded Nate of Mel Gibson as William Wallace in the movie Braveheart； rallying the clansmen before launching into an epic battle。
“Right。” Nate nodded； even though he wasn’t really sure what Chips was talking about。 “So after Palm Beach…”
“After Palm Beach； nothing。 It’s back to New York for you； sonny。 It’s time。 I’ve shown you the world。 Now you’ve got to live in it。”
Nate felt rooted to the deck of the ship。 He’d known he’d have to go back eventually； but this felt very sudden。
Just like how two girls might have felt when a certain boy decided to sail off into the sunset—alone？
Nate slid down on the yellow…wood…lacquered floorboards of the boat； trying to wrap his mind around everything。 He was going back to New York。 Back to his old life。 Back to Blair and Serena and his father nagging about what a disappointment he was。 This was Chips’s grand plan？
“Stand up；” Chips ordered。 He put down the binoculars and began winding a mass of rope around his arm。
Nate hastily got to his feet。 “You need help with that？” he asked； noticing Chips struggle as he tried to reduce one of the sails。
“No； I’m fine；” his captain responded curtly。 Nate nodded； even though he’d noticed that Chips had been dragging his bad leg more than ever。 “Listen； Nathaniel；” Chips said； more gently than before。 “These last few months have been some of the best of my life… but I’m getting old。 It’s Palm Beach season for me。 A man needs more than the sea and the sky to survive。” He tied the rope into a perfect knot； as if to punctuate his speech。 “But for you… you can’t spend the rest of your life sailing away from everything difficult。 It’s for your own good。”
Nate grimaced。 Even though Chips was a philosophical； scotch…drinking old geezer； he always seemed to be able to read Nate’s thoughts。 And right now； Nate was thinking about the choice that had faced him for too many years。
“You’re worried about those two girls of yours； I know it。 The ones who keep falling at your feet despite your boneheaded moves？ The ones you can’t decide between； as if you’re facing some life…or…death choice？”
Nate nodded miserably。 In two sentences； Chips had pretty much summarized the crisis he’d been struggling with since he was fifteen。
“Well； I’ll tell you this。 You’ll know when you know。 And you’ve got to figure it out on your own。 I’m not babysitting your balls anymore。” Chips nodded definitively upward at the sails； pleased with his handiwork。 “Now； if you’ll excuse me； I’m going to have my morning tea。 You’ve got a day to figure it all out。” He gave Nate a parting wink； and disappeared down to the galley； leaving him with just the sky and the endless sea for pany。
“Thanks；” Nate muttered。 He gripped the bow of the ancient but sturdy ship； feeling the salty wind on his face。 Maybe Chips was right。 He’d had some time away。 Some time to think and be on his own； to see the world and bee a man。 He couldn’t just sail forever。
It was time to go back and decide what to really do with his life。 And when he saw Blair and Serena； he’d be ready to choose。 Maybe it was best not to overthink it。 When he saw them； he’d just know。 There was no time like the present。 He was ready。
Okay； but are they ready for him？
love and other impossible pursuits
Dan Humphrey poured a cup of black Folgers coffee into a chipped red mug and shuffled toward the living room of his family’s sprawling Upper West Side apartment。 He sank down on the frayed； overstuffed beige couch； causing Marx； the Humphreys’ fat black…with…a…dot…of…white cat； to jump off the cushion in protest。
It was still early； but Dan felt too keyed up to sleep。 He’d gotten home from his first semester at Evergreen College in Washington State a week ago； and it was finally beginning to sink in that he wasn’t going back。
Ever。
He’d applied to transfer to Columbia for second semester and had received his acceptance letter during reading week before exams。 After his philosophy final； he’d packed up his metallic blue ’77 Buick Skylark and driven cross…country； arriving in the city just in time to spend Christmas Eve with his dad； Rufus； and his little sister； Jenny。
The holidays had been nice。 Jenny had given him a blue Banana Republic sweater； his dad a collection of Charles Bukowski books； and they’d all eaten dinner at their favorite Chinese restaurant； which served bad boxed white wine with every order。 It had been great to see his family； but the whole time； he’d been counting down the hours until he could see his girlfriend—shaven…headed； filmmaker genius； love of his life Vanessa Abrams。
Vanessa had actually been living in Dan’s family’s apartment for the past semester； while attending Tisch School of the Arts at NYU。 Her film equipment sat in one corner of Dan’s bedroom； and her black tank tops and bras were in the top drawer of the rickety bureau in the corner。 It was sheer torture being surrounded by her stuff； and not her—Vanessa was up in Vermont； visiting her parents for the holidays； until Wednesday。 She didn’t even know that Dan was transferring to Columbia； he wanted to surprise her with the news in person rather than via their evening Skype calls。 Now； the anticipation was killing him。
The gallon of Folgers can’t help； either。
Dan grabbed his black Moleskine notebook and flipped to a blank page。 It wasn’t difficult to find one： Practically every page was blank。 He’d had writer’s block from the moment he stepped on campus in September。 When he’d decided to go to Evergreen； it had seemed like a good idea to get out of the city。 After all； he’d lived here forever。 But in the Pacific Northwest； everything was just…。 wrong。 There was too much space； the trees were too tall； and the coffee had names like organic shade…grown mild blend and earth…friendly mellow brew。 His dorm fielded its own Ultimate Hacky Sack team； his roommate was a vegan allergic to cigarette smoke； and every single poem his classmates submitted in his creative writing seminar was about pot。
The only thing that got Dan through was the thought of Vanessa。 He’d text her all throughout the day； every time something funny or tragic or inane happened； and he always arranged his day around their nightly Skype calls。 But Vanessa was so busy with school that she was sometimes rushed or distracted； and seeing her pixilated face just wasn’t the same as holding her in his arms。
Dan thoughtfully chewed the end of his Bic pen。 Suddenly； for the first time in several months； words began to flow。
Missed kisses。
Missed shreds of carpet。
Torn by your Doc Marten feet。
I’ve lost weight。
Or maybe it’s just you I’m missing。
Maybe it was the promise of Vanessa or the hiss of the radiator in the corne