26Chief Mate Bandi was on the wharf, drinking Tiger beer with four bus drivers.
“When can we get out of here?” one of the drivers inquired.
“Yeah, all I was told was to get the bus here and be sure it got on the boat,” another added.
“Ship,” the Chief said and watched the unenlightened faces of his companions. “It’s a ship not a boat.”
“Whatever,” another man said. “I haven’t been paid enough to spend all night here.”
“Just a loose end to be tied up,” Bandi said. “We’ll get you out of here as soon as it’s settled.” He held up his beer can. “I can get you boys more, or maybe something to eat.”
The drivers looked at each other before the tallest one responded, “I could use another.”
The rest agreed.
The Mercedes rolled to a stop. A single light burned on top of a chain link fence enc
