33. BUTCH
“All hands on deck!” Kurtz roared at the top of his lungs.
The bigger boat had come roaring out of the fog so suddenly that Butch, even if she had been looking in the right direction, would never have spotted it. In an instant, they had gone from bobbing alone in the bay to being overshadowed by a mountain of a ship with two hundred times their complement.
Kurtz came sliding down from the crow’s nest and landed next to Butch with a loud whump.
“One hopes they’re here to talk,” Kurtz said, seemingly unflustered.
“I doubt it,” she replied.
Nodding, Kurtz snatched Enver practically into the air as the smaller man tried to run past.
“Enver! Go open Pelangi’s arms locker.”
Enver started signing furiously until Kurtz put him back on his feet.
“What’s he saying?” Butch asked
