4. It’s all about smugglers
Archie Dearlove was not only my cousin, he was a close childhood pal and the most dependable brick one could wish to meet. It was ironic, the last time I’d seen him we had been playing at pirates. Now he was standing in front of me, dressed in the uniform of a Royal Navy officer. I’d never thought of Archie being much older than me, even though he was, by at least five years. Looking at him now he seemed very grown up. By the uniform he was wearing and the strip of braid that trimmed his cuffs his proper title was Lieutenant Archie Dearlove of His Majesty’s Royal Navy.
“My God, Archie, is it really you? What the devil are you doing here?” I stuttered, completely baffled, dropping my hands from around his neck.
“Good to see you too, old boy,” he chuckled hear
