The Lover's Escape.

You can't think of a more apt name for the ship that will be housing the two of you for the foreseeable future. Despite the urge to fuck like rabbits right then and there, you've got a carload of personal items to bring onto the yacht in preparation for your departure. All the essential safety items, like EPIRBs, fire extinguishers, and the like; your electronics, laptops and phones, a brand new camera and drone; and most important of all, a box of assorted sex toys. Another trip will be required for all of your clothes - although for most of the time you're on the sea you suspect you won't need any, and a last-minute delivery of all the food and provisions you'll need to sustain yourselves whilst between destinations.

Finally, the time is also near for the two of you to set off on your grand journey. The lease on your apartment is close to lapsing, though paying an extra few months of rent where the residence is unoccupied won't make much of a dent to your pocket. There's only one thing left to do now before you go - get married!

You organize a small garden reception in the afternoon. Gemma invites a few of the friends that she has made, and even her father begrudgingly attends. Though he hasn't quite forgiven you, deep down he loves his daughter and wants her to be happy, and he recognizes that with you she truly is. As for you, you barely have any friends left. Most of them sided with your wife after the split - and most of your friends in town were mainly couples where the husbands (secretly jealous, and sympathetic towards you) sided with their wives. And so it is on a warm summer's day, you find yourself dressed in a sharp suit, standing beneath an arch decorated with beautiful flowers, waiting for your soon-to-be wife to walk down the aisle.