Chapter 19The August Moon sliced through the dark, quiet sea, steaming northeast toward Honolulu.
We had just finished dinner and were sitting around the table. Scattered over its surface was the treasure of Iwi Po’o: rubies, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires.
Mr. Chetwood considered it only fair we accept the jewels, since my life had been on the line, and we had discussed it.
“Johnny and I decided we should split this between us,” my lover said. “For you and Charley, Skipper.” He pushed some of the jewels to their side of the table. “For you, Hildy.” He pushed some toward her.
“You’ll never have to sing for your supper again, honey,” I said.
Mr. Chetwood smiled at me, then turned to Nick. “For you.”
“Thanks, Chetwood,” he said gruffly. “‘Appreciate it.”
“And these…” His eyes were inte
