As he circled overhead, Ditch Withers could scarcely believe what he was seeing. His first thought was he had gotten lost. The bay and the village looked familiar enough, but the huge ship anchored in the bay, banners proudly flying, had him buffaloed. That, and the crowd of people clustered around the mysterious object on the beach so early in the morning. He circled back over the bay, trying to get a better look.
“Good God almighty,” he said to himself as he dipped a wing over Calliope. “I’m gone a week and they turn the place into Cabo San Loonyville.”
CalliopeAboard Calliope, it had been a night of high drama. Although uncomfortable with remaining close to land, Rémy was never really worried about the safety of the ship—she had weathered far worse storms. His main concern had been fo
