Twenty-sixGrand Cayman Island › Saturday, December 6, 2008 › 17h10
Shiptrac messaged the Queen as it passed into the Cayman Islands’ one hundred and twenty nautical radii of its offshore security zone. Tony signaled Jayson to the bridge deck. “Coast Guard will be notified,” he said. “They’ll probably board if we anchor at West Bay. What do you want to do?”
Jayson scanned the horizon. It would soon be getting dark, making it easier to see the lights at West Bay. He didn’t want to go into George Town. Not yet. And they couldn’t anchor in the middle of the Caribbean. Even if they could, no one wanted a repeat of the previous night’s unexpected visit. They had enough beer to negotiate with, but that wasn’t the point. This wasn’t Somalia, but people were still pirated in the Caribbean — murde
