6. MARTIGAN
From his perch in the crow’s nest, the chief mate Salt shouted over the howling wind, “Yo, Mo! You need a hand?”
Mo didn’t give any indication that he needed assistance, as he dangled the stowaway over the wrong side of the railing, gripping him only by the lapels.
“Wait!” Butch cried out as Martigan watched on dispassionately, “You can’t put me overboard in the middle of the ocean!”
“I sure as s**t can,” Martigan said. “Mo, remind me, who’s the skipper of this vessel?”
“You, Skip,” Mo said without missing a beat.
Pepper hurried to Martigan’s side.
“The men under decks?” Martigan whispered.
Pepper nodded.
“It’s cruel!” Butch cried out as Mo drew back a fist, ready to bounce the man off his boat.
“The hell it is,” Martigan said, “it’s maritime tradition and all but m
