SCOOTER AND BEN WERE determined to install something to do with the navigational lights before they called it quits for the night. They were so focused on the task at hand that they didn’t even want dinner. My stomach doesn’t let me get away with skipping meals. It lets me know in no uncertain terms that it needs to be fed every few hours.
I pulled Scooter aside, reminded him to keep an eye on Ben, and headed into town to find something to eat.
My earlier encounter with Jack had me on edge, so just to be safe, I took a sturdy flashlight with me. I figured it would come in handy not only to light my way, but also to fight back if needed. I thought about tucking a coconut in my purse too, but it didn’t fit.
I walked along the boardwalk and paused at the dinghy dock. There were only two di
