Chapter 5“Have you worked for the Hatchers for long?”
Willy let out a harrumph from behind his captain’s wheel. “Don’t work for them,” he said. “Let’s just say we have an arrangement, at least during the off-season. For the high months, they run their own service out here, but it’s not profitable otherwise. So they turn to me to ferry people to the island. Works for me, gives me some added income. People still gotta get to work.”
“Would that be so bad, you know, working for them, you know, full-time?”
Willy gave him a look as though a hook had caught his eye. “Something you want?”
“Just making conversation,” Noah said.
“It’s a short ride,” Willy said.
So not everyone in Cane’s Inlet was as chatty as Cilla Cane. Noah shut up, turned his gaze back to the open water to watch the sun gli
