Chapter Eleven
The meager village on the far side of Patrick Dunleavy’s island was a small replica of the port town on the other side. It was a depot for goods marketed through the tiny country, mostly food and grain. Its port was not as accessible as the other, which was clearly obvious to Jolie when she noted its small size and saw the huge cliffs that surrounded the harbor with potentially dangerous rocks. The surf beat hard against this place, and the wind stunned her eyes she had to squint.
On arriving at the village, it was unclear to Jolie how she could work her recent luck to her advantage. She believed that Patrick might own the entire island and its commerce, that he was the landlord who knew all the goings-on in this habitat. All this made it imperative that she keep to herse
