Old Yiey at Koh Tang
K
hin stood watching the pirate crew use the ship’s cargo davits to put his skiff over the side. The raiders were mustered at the rail ready to go ashore, most of them carrying fresh provisions that they’d stolen from the target vessel. They’d insist on a party once everyone was safely ashore on Koh Tang. He would have to send some of his trusted men to replenish the liquor supply in the next day or two, another risky move that he couldn’t avoid. He didn’t care for these celebrations that were becoming a tradition, but he knew enough about rogue seamen to understand the need for them. Better they drink themselves silly out here than having them sneak off in the dark to search for females in Sihanoukville or on one of the other islands. He was glad that he had at leas
