The next morning, after a somewhat subdued breakfast, Captain da Rosa had Fabricio fire up the Adelina’s engines and followed Dr. Avila’s directions to an area only a few miles west of the former base camp.
Carlos stood by the railing, staring as the shore drifted past, obviously lost in thought, and I approached and touched his arm. “What can I do to help?” I could see something was disturbing him, and I was certain it was more than losing two men he’d worked with for however long.
He gave me a rakish smile. “Why would you think I need help?”
“Other than the fact you’ve lost two men to gruesome deaths?”
His shoulders rose and fell as he sighed. “As it turns out, my young friend, I do have need of you.”
“Then tell me what I can do.”
He ran a hand through his hair and seemed to come t
