Andrew woke the next morning and could hardly move his arm, and his throat was sore. He got up and looked at the scrape in the mirror. It was red and inflamed and puss was oozing out. He put some rubbing alcohol on a cloth and cleaned the wound, then put a new bandage on the scrape. He moved his arm around, and it felt better. He popped a throat lozenge into his mouth and walked up to the bridge. Kenny was piloting the boat—his dad’s turn to sleep.
“Good Morning, Kenny.”
“Good Morning”
Kenny pointed to the east. Andrew could see the coast of Taiwan. They would parallel Taiwan for a day, then head directly for the Strait of Korea.
Andrew went to the galley, made some coffee for Kenny, and took him a bagel, too.
“Thanks, Andrew.”
“You’re welcome. Kenny, would you do me a favor?”
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