Thirteen
Monday, March 8, 5:37 P.M. CST
Mr. Fields Bay
Wind whipped Eva’s hair as the fishing boat returned to the dock at Mr. Fields Bay, and the dark clouds finally delivered. The soaking rain didn’t bother her, as it lessened the stench from the crustacean farms.
She was grateful to see Miguel’s buff form awaiting them on the dock. These past months, between his work as the sole divemaster at Tranquility Bay and her own grant deadline, their dates were fewer and further between.
Miguel, along with Rascal, Julian, Nguyen, and Ignacio, joined Eva in boarding the Gatsby, and the wooden boat ferried them out to the Tesoro, which sat at anchor in the bay. The yacht’s lights gleamed against the dark waters at this isolated end of the island, and a small crane swung from the starboard sid
