Chapter 13: Chaos EnsuesHIS HAIR WAS matted down, cold water running from his forehead, down his nose, and soaking the shirt underneath his jacket. Sitting back low against the transom, Cole looked aft to see the wharf fading away behind him. There was no light above him, not from the moon nor from a single star as a low overcast haze hung over the North Atlantic sky. To the east, the mouth of the harbor was barely visible as the old boat lumbered on.
He poked his head around the pile of traps to see that the hatch into the wheelhouse was open. Whomever was at the helm cast a shadow down on the deck from a solitary green light inside. The second crewmember emerged and Cole crouched low, ducking back into the darkness. Against the port side, the gruff young man picked up two bags, strainin
