Chapter 84

I was alone…except for Cristovao, who once again stood behind the wheel, and Ulisses and Fabricio, who sat on the transom mending a fishing net. If their leers and chuckles were anything to go by, they were most likely bragging about women and conquests. I chuckled softly at my nonsensical attitude and leaned against the aft gunwale, watching the wash as the Adelinacontinued on through the murky water. Then I turned my gaze to the shore, and while I admired the flowers that grew along the river’s edge—orchids, monkey brush vine, delicate stargrass, and passion fruit flowers—I listened to the howls of the appropriately-named howler monkeys. Every once in a while, the deep-throated cough of a jaguar could be heard in counterpoint.

The noise of the Adelina’s engines added to the din.

I opened my mind and sent it wandering ahead, hoping after the events of the other night to touch something more than the blank wall I had been bruising it against.