The parking lot was nearly empty when we had gotten there. Then she touched her heart and I saw tears in her eyes.I know you, Sita. They're all uninhabited, Tom said.īut Suzama shook her head.You have always been here. Each year, as if predestined by a morbid schedule, an unidentified bather, intrigued by the lonely sandy strand and the gentle surf, enters the water and within minutes is swept out to sea. Too often its shores are whipped by rip currents extremely dangerous to all but the most wary swimmers. It is a beautiful beach, but it is also deceptive. Kaena Point, jutting out into the Kauai Channel like a boxer's left jab, is one of the few unadvertised spots where one can relax and enjoy an empty shore. Zavala looked up and saw Dodson standing there, a bemused smile on his face.Īmong the crowded beaches in the state of Hawaii, it is still possible to discover a stretch of sand that offers a degree of solitude. He almost shivered with cold as he read of the hardships the captain and his men endured as they traveled through a dangerous and unforgiving land toward the sea. Blizzards howled across the steppes, death lurked in the dark forest, and treachery lay in wait in the humblest shack. The captain tended toward rhetorical flourishes, but he told a compelling story that took Zavala away from the sunlight playing on the English countryside to the bleak Russian winter. Zavala became totally engrossed in the pages. Now, can a witch cry, I ask you,' said the innkeeper, who had been listening as he wiped the table. Then the view was hidden as the ship tacked again, closing with the wharf where it would moor. Now he understood why the Lord Holder had advised him to come here and survey the area with the view of bringing total destruction to the Abomination, and all its adjuncts. He had had no warning from Lord Toric about the current size of the facility. Released in September 1985 on the album Blue, it reached #16 on Billboard and #20 on Cash Box, September 27, 1986.On that last tack into Monaco Bay, Shankolin saw Landing once again ahead of him on its hill, the three volcanoes in the distance. There was a sense of the new and looking ahead, but also one of longing, loss, and sadness, then whenever I listened to it, and that sense, if anything, has never died. Yes, if you were to ask me what the best song of 1986 was, it was Double's "The Captain Of Her Heart." Thirty-six years have passed and so have many faces and places, but the song's effect on me remains unchanged.
I was captivated by the sound and that was enough. I don't know how long it was before I bothered to check their MTV video out, maybe years later. It was destined to be a late summer hit by a group I never heard of before called Double in what would be their only major appearance in the US pop charts. All through the year, slowly moving up the charts, was a soft, jazzy love song that grew on me every time I heard it. I can think of many songs from that year I loved, including Madonna's "Live To Tell," "West End Girls" by Pet Shop Boys, and "Sara" by Starship. And it wasn't because 1986 wasn't a pivotal year itself, it was and for me it marked a rejuvenation in pop radio music and the coming of age of sophisticated cable television music videos. Usually there are at least three or four competing for the position in my mind in any given year, and often from pivotal years like 1968 or 1972 or 1979 there are far too many to bestow such an honor. It is rare indeed when I find myself declaring a song as my top favorite for a given year.
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