Succulent bluefish flesh and raspberry fool remind me of the day we moored “Rain” and collected supper on the island. Father caught fish; we foraged raspberries. That night, we savored our bounty in white candlelight, not knowing who would be gutted and who would be plucked when the pirates attacked.

Alison Moore has spent much of her career in marketing. Now she’s writing fiction for fun. Her work can be found in Edible Boston and 50-Word Stories.