EIGHTEEN
A blazing sun was just breaking the surface of the horizon, turning the calm swell of the ocean a deep orange. The clear sky was a fiery glow, with the cloud line rising like a distant mysterious land. A fresh sea breeze had a fresh chill to it and the tang of salt filled the senses. As the monstrous ship made its way towards the Spanish coast it would have to pass between the coasts of Costa de Vela and the small island of Isla de Monte Agudo. Steel sat up in his bed and stretched off the good night’s sleep. It had been a short sleep, as his guests had not left until around three that morning. He looked over to the electronic clock on the other side of the bed. The electronic display showed it was almost half six in the morning. He groaned and collapsed back in the comfortable
