Gulf of Thailand
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heir third night at sea was pleasant, calm, and uneventful like the first two days they spent churning southward in the gulf. Weather was calm with a stiff breeze pushing at the batten sails and the boat responding briskly to the helm. Pete Prasawai relieved Mike Stokey of cooking chores, and dinner was a tasty vegetable stew that the Thais enhanced with big dollops of something just short of raw napalm.
With running lights rigged and Pete steering according to GPS direction on a direct route toward Cambodian coastal waters, Shake and Mike sat down with Cheech and Chong to go over the camera equipment they planned to use if and when they found the pirate base of operations. It was easier than they expected. Neither of the Thai SEALs had a sufficient grasp of technical
