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  Robin’s father, mother, and brother had traveled over on the ferry from Southampton earlier in the week, and they spent a happy few days getting to know Diana. Long before the day of the wedding, Sybil fully understood why her son had wanted to return to Jersey after one dance. When the bride walked down the aisle, she found that the ceremony was so well attended that extra chairs had been placed at the back of the church.

  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.

  The lookout was the first to spot the capsized yacht. He pointed and bellowed against the high wind, “Nor’ nor’west, skipper, about three hundred yards.”

  Robin felt exhilarated as they edged slowly toward the capsized vessel. All the drills they had practiced during the past months were about to be put to the test. As they came alongside, Robin stared into the eyes of a terrified young couple, who couldn’t believe there were eight people on that little island who were willing to risk their lives to rescue them. But however much the coxswain shouted at them to catch hold of one of the grab lines, they kept clinging to the keel of their sinking yacht. Robin began to feel that nothing would make either of them let go, and, if anything, the boy looked even more terrified than his girlfriend. The waves refused to let up, making Robin wonder how long it would be before the coxswain decided his own crew was in just as much danger as the yacht. They tried one more time to maneuver the lifeboat alongside the stricken vessel.

  When the boat was at its highest point in the water, Robin wondered if he dare risk it. It was not something to spend much time thinking about. When the bow of the boat plunged into the next wave, he leaped into the sea and with all the strength he could muster managed to grab onto the side of the yacht. He waited for the wave to rise again before he pulled himself up onto what was left of the floating wreck. With the help of the next wave he hauled himself up onto the keel and somehow managed to smile at the two disbelieving faces.

  “Take my hand!” he hollered to the girl. After a moment’s hesitation, she released her grip on the keel and clung onto Robin’s outstretched arm. For a moment he feared she might panic and push him back into the sea.

  “You’ll have to jump when I give you the signal,” screamed Robin above the noise of the wind. The girl didn’t look convinced. “Are you ready?” he cried as the next wave headed toward them. As the lifeboat reared into the air like a startled horse, Robin shouted, “Now!” and pushed her off the yacht with all the strength left in his body.

  Two arms grabbed her as she landed in the water by th