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Gary had lost count of how many times he’d crossed paths with Rich and Dominic as they transferred supplies from the dock to the clipper, and the boat wasn’t even a third full yet. He waited at the bottom of the pier for Rich to pass him with his next load of boxes then dragged himself up the slope again. They’d already emptied the skiff several times over, but the amount of empty space remaining in the clipper was daunting. Even if they stayed until this time tomorrow and worked straight through – and he sincerely hoped that wasn’t going to be an option – there’d still be room for more. ‘Come on, mate, don’t look so glum,’ Rich said. ‘Almost there.’
Gary didn’t deign his comment worthy of any response. He just huffed and headed back to the dock and a pile of supplies that seemed neve
