Sam sauntered over to us. “So long, David. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. Good luck with the job, and goodbye. Uncle Lyn?”
He said his goodbyes, and we climbed down into the dinghy.
* * * *
Fabricio gave a final shove with his paddle, and the dinghy gently nudged the shore. Baskets of fruit were lined up, by way of thanks, no doubt, and once I’d hopped out, caught Uncle Lyn’s duffel, and helped him out of the dinghy, I began piling the fruit into the boat.
“Goodbye, Fabricio. Thanks.”
He nodded and began rowing back to the Adelina
“Captain da Rosa has a nice crew.”
“Most of them, yes. You never met Cristovao. He was a real piece of work.” I told my uncle about him.
“Hmm. What did Lucas have to tell you?”
So I told him about that, too.
“And did you take the hand?”
“I did. The D’ilian was Ric’s chief engineer. I couldn’t let Arias Perez desecrate its body any more than it already had been.”
“Chief engineer? Is your Ric a ship’s captain?”