FORTY-SIX
Steel waited some time, in the storeroom, until the coast was clear, hiding himself away in a darkened corner so he could sleep for a while. He made it back to the passenger decks and was heading for a small restaurant which was located opposite the Irish Bar. It was now ten o’clock in the morning, the blazing sun had risen high in the blue heavens and it was already getting warm. Steel sat himself down and picked up a menu card from the top of the small round table. He was hungry, and he needed time to think, he looked up as a young, skinny-built waiter with long hair and an attempt of a moustache under his large nose, asked Steel for his order. Steel ordered the BLT and a coffee. As the waiter left, Steel pondered over things in his head. The deck was almost empty as many peop
