Both men laughed aloud. "What do we do?" The crew-cut man placed his hands on his hips.

"Andy here will get things started. We’re trying to get me over to the helmchair."

The crew-cut man stepped in front of Mitchell. His partner dropped his cigarette on the dock as Andy stepped next to the wheelchair and crouched to reach an arm around Mitchell’s back, the other under his knees. He lifted and the two men stepped in quickly to carry Mitchell aboard the sloop, a tight group concentrating down into the cockpit. With a hand on the side of Mitchell’s waistband the crew-cut man stepped up onto the port bench and then up on deck. His partner had a grip on the back of Mitchell’s pants. They lowered him into the helmchair.

Mitchell straightened up. "It doesn’t get much easier than that. Thanks."

"Any time." The crew-cut man climbed off of the sloop behind his partner, who stooped for his cigarette.

"We could use more lifts like that," Andy said.