“We need to leave before the storm intensifies,” the captain said.
“The package is nearly here,” Seymour said.
“I will give you five more minutes. Then we leave, package or no.”
Two minutes later, the van appeared with its precious cargo. Two large men hauled the box into the boat’s cargo hold then left without a word to Seymour. Another man handed Seymour a bag.
“Disassembly is mandatory,” the man said, smiling.
Seymour nodded.
No sooner had the man left than the boat set sail. Two burly deck hands carried the box to the cargo hold.
“In which room should we place the cargo?” one man asked.
“Put her in the stateroom. I expect the Sultan this evening,” Seymour said.
The man nodded, and then proceeded with the task at hand.
Seymour looked out of a nearby porthole as snow began fall
