Gustav glances at him with raised eyebrows. “Fine, let’s look.”
They pull on the door until they are able to wedge it partially open. The pale light from the moon flowing through the gap allows them to make out a surprisingly large space inside.
“What do you know? There is a boat there.” Gustav sounds angry. “See that tarp? He’s been hoarding it just when the need is greatest.” He points at the bulky shape underneath a dark covering. “I wonder where the owner is.”
“Hah, maybe he is on one of those ships.” Lioba stands next to them. “Or hiding out inside his house. He ought to be ashamed of himself. It’s amazing it wasn’t requisitioned.”
“Never mind the owner. We are going to take this boat.”
“You mean steal it?” Peter asks.
“Well, yes, not to put too fine a point on it. To be honest,
