Aboard Junebug“G
ot the info you wanted.” Steamer Bartlett looked up from the GPS screen as Shake and Mike climbed up into the flying bridge. “I called my buddy at ONI. The Aquarama II is Fidel’s private yacht. She’s an eighty-eight-footer with a top end of around forty knots. The boat’s got all the bells and whistles, very plush, made to impress VIP visitors and like that. My guy says it’s all tricked out in exotic woods and lots of chrome. f*****g thing was apparently a gift from Leonid Brezhnev, personal from him to El Supremo.”
“Any idea how many crew it carries?” Shake took a quick look at the GPS and punched up a wider scan. They were still about three hours north of the Cayman Islands.
“My guy didn’t know for sure. He said the boat likely carries a crew of a dozen or more but tha
