Mr. and Mrs. Chapman left the parish church of St. Helier as man and wife, to be greeted with a shower of confetti thrown by Diana’s friends, while two rows of young men in RJGC blazers held up golf clubs to form an arch all the way to their waiting car.
The reception was held at the Royal Jersey, where Malcolm delivered such an accomplished best-man’s speech that it came as no surprise to Robin that Chapman’s of Southend continued to flourish in his absence.
Lord Trent rose to reply on behalf of the guests. He let slip the worst-kept secret on the island when he told everyone that the newlyweds would be sailing round the French coast on his yacht for their honeymoon, but only for ten days, because Robin needed to be back in time for the first round of the President’s Cup. Diana couldn’t be sure if he was joking.
When Mr. and Mrs. Chapman sailed into St. Helier ten days later, the skipper informed Lord Trent that Robin had turned out to be such a good sailor that he had allowed him to take the wheel whenever he needed a break.
The following day, Robin was knocked out in the first round of the President’s Cup.
Robin and Diana quickly settled into their new home on the seafront, and for the first time since he’d arrived in Jersey, Robin had to walk to work. Eleven months later, Diana gave birth to a boy whom they christened Harry.
“Will you do anything to become a member of that damned club?” Diana asked her husband as she sat in the hospital bed surrounded by flowers and cards from well-wishers.
“Anything,” replied Robin, picking up the sleeping baby.
“Well, I have one piece of information that might speed up the process,” said Diana, smiling.
“And what’s that?” asked Robin, handing the suddenly screaming infant back to its mother.
“My brother tells me that the St. Helier lifeboat is looking for a new crew member, and as you spent more time at the helm of Lord Trent’s yacht than you did in our cabin, you must be an obvious candidate.”
“And how will that help me get elected to the Royal Jersey?” inquired Robin.
“Guess who’s president of the RNLI?” said Diana coyly.
The day after Robin failed to make the third round of that year’s President’s Cup, he filled in an application form to join the crew of the lifeboat.
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Robin’s interview for a place in the lifeboat turned out to be not so much a meeting as an endurance test. John Poynton, the coxswain, put all the applicants through a series of rigorous trials to make sure only the most resilient would want to return a week later.
Robin couldn’t wait to get home and tell Diana how much he’d enjoyed the whole experience, the camaraderie of the crew, the chance to learn new skills and, most important, the opportunity to do something worthwhile. He only hoped the coxswain would take his application seriously, despite his lack of experience.
When the time came for Mr. Poynton to select his new crew member, he unhesitatingly placed a tick by one name, telling his bosun that young Chapman was such a natural he wouldn’t be surprised if the man could walk on water.
As the weeks passed, Robin found himself enjoying being tested by the rigorous drills the crew were put through on the high seas. Whenever the klaxon sounded, the crew were expected to drop everything and report to the boathouse within ten minutes. Robin could never be sure if it would be just another dry run, or if this time they would be going to the aid of someone who was genuinely in distress. The coxswain regularly reminded his crew that all the hours of hard work would prove worthwhile when someone called for their assistance, and only then would they discover which of them could handle the pressure.
It was the middle of the night when the klaxon sounded, waking everyone within a mile of the boathouse. Robin leaped out of bed in the middle of a dream, just as he was taking a putt to win the President’s Cup. He switched on the light and quickly got dressed.
“Off to see your other girlfriend?” inquired Diana, turning over.
“All eight of them,” Robin replied. “But let’s hope I’ll be back in time for breakfast.”
“You’ll be back,” said Diana. “After all, it’s the final of the President’s Cup on Saturday, and as you’re playing my brother, you may never have a better chance of winning.”
“I beat him in my dream,” said Robin as he picked up his bicycle clips.
“In your dreams,” said Diana, smiling.
Robin was pedaling frantically through the empty streets when the klaxon sounded a second time. He pedaled even harder.
He was among the first to arrive at the boathouse, and the look on the coxswain’s face left him in no doubt that he was about to experience his first distress call.
“We’ve had an SOS from a small sailing boat that’s capsized just off the Arden Rock,” the coxswain told his crew as they pulled on their oilskins and sea boots. “It seems a young couple thought it would be fun to sail round the bay after midnight,” he grunted. “I’ll be launching in a couple of minutes.” None of the crew spoke as they climbed on board and carefully checked their stations.
“Knock her out!” the coxswain called to the head launcher once the last crew member had given a thumbs-up.
Robin felt a rush of adrenaline pump through his body as the lifeboat made its way across the lapping waves inside the harbor. Once they had passed the breakwater, the boat reared up and down in the open sea. None of the crew showed any sign of fear, which gave Robin confidence. They had only one thing on their minds as they each carried out their separate duties.