The Maritime Club

Emma had joined the Maritime Club hoping that Yoshi would enjoy spending time here with her. Unfortunately, the weather-beaten little clubhouse with its archaic menu was not up to his standards. In fact, nothing on this island is up to Yoshi’s standards. He simply can’t live in a town without VIP rooms, where no one can tell he’s wearing a two thousand dollar suit (nor would anyone care), where no one is impressed by his trendy brand of vodka. (Sure, he can order it from Hagiwara’s Specialty Liquors whenever he wants, but that’s not the point.)

At high tide, sparkling waves broke on the black lava rock, misting the diners on the outdoor lanai. At low tide you could walk down the grassy bank to view the tide pools. And when it wasn’t raining, you could see clear out to the curved blue horizon.