Forty-fourEast of Santiago de Cuba › Wednesday, December 10, 2008 › 17h50
Jayson instructed Tony to slowly sail the Queen past the shipbuilding harbor just east of Santiago de Cuba, through the dusky waters a half-mile from what appeared to be a desolate shoreline. The harbor looked to be man-made; dredged to accept large-hulled vessels for shipments or repairs and modifications. They could have sailed right in if it wasn’t for the risk of exposure: they needed to survey the situation first, while searching for the Sea-no-Evil.
Jayson stood stiff as a poker on the bridge, binoculars to his face, scoping piers and dry docks in an unsettling stillness haunted by an erratic onshore breeze. Through the light mist he saw large, dark, Lego-like buildings that lined a wide channel running inlan
