6
Easy Cruising
For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.
—H.L. Mencken
Dash and Chance stepped onto the small-ship dock of the Haven. Dmitri’s yacht was unmistakable. It was, as Dmitri had promised, by far the largest. Dash counted five decks. She suspected the flat empty space at the stern of the top deck was a copter pad.
But the item that confirmed this was the Buccaneer was the sight of Dmitri himself standing at the stern, a deck above them, waving. He looked quite spiffy in his denim jacket and a Breton Stripe t-shirt.
Dash waved back. “There he is,” she said, pointing.
Chance yelled, “Ahoy!” and picked up speed.
Dmitri met them at the gangway. “Welcome,” he said with delight. He pointed at a box with a couple of pairs of shoes in it. He
