In Book One, Jacks, a freshwater guy from Pittsburgh, PA, was never interested in sailing . . . not even a little bit. And just when he thought he had life figured out, ready to get married and start his dream job as a national chef, he is rudely bounced off of his well-planned path of rationality and pragmatism and launched on a hilarious yet poignant odyssey. Despite determined efforts to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground, he finds himself sailing out of Annapolis Harbor as a cook on a forty-foot sailboat, heading for the Virgin Islands . . . and scratching a hole in his head as...

In this sequel to . . . It's Just the Wind, only Jacks and Frank-owner and captain of the good boat Valkyrie-continue the voyage. Through sun and storms and visits with dolphins and sneaky, insistent apparitions, Jacks slips and slides as he continues on his improbable journey. They enter the dreamscape world of the Bahamas, where old bathtubs and tires are guideposts to a small island where Jacks finds that-although he's never been there before-he's clearly been expected. And he's either running late for his own surprise party . . . or he's right on time. Second Wind, Kind of a Trippy Love...