They were underway at daylight and Gil, who had the best eyes, was watching the green shore line with the twelve-power glasses. They were close enough to shore for him to see a cut mangrove branch. Thomas Hudson was steering. Henry was watching out to sea. Willie was backing up Gil.
“They’re past this part, anyway,” Willie said.
“But we have to check,” Ara said. He was backing up Henry.
“Sure,” Willie said. “I was just commenting.”
“Where’s that Dawn Patrol from that damned Molasses ship at Cayo Francés?”
“They don’t patrol on Sundays, do they?” Willie asked. “This must be a Sunday.”
“There’s going to be a breeze,” Ara said. “Look at the cirrus.”
“I’m afraid of one thing,” Thomas Hudson said. “That they’ve gone in through the pass at Guillermo.”
“We’ll have to see.”
“Let’s hook the hell up and get there,” Willie said. “This is getting on my nerves.”
“That’s the impression I get sometimes,” Henry said.
Willie looked at him and spat over the side. “Thank you, Henry,” he said. “That’s the impression I wish to give.”
“Break it up,” Thomas Hudson said. “See that big coral head to starboard that’s just awash? That’s what we have to not hit. On the inside, gentlemen, is Guillermo. See how green she is and full of promise?”
“One more goddam key,” Willie said.
“Can you make out any smoke from charcoal burning?” Thomas Hudson asked.
Gil swept it very carefully and said, “No, Tom.”
“The way it rained last night there wouldn’t be any smoke,” Willie said.
“You’re wrong for once, boy,” Thomas Hudson said.
“Maybe.”
“No. It could rain like hell all night and not put one of those big burnings out. I’ve seen it rain three days and hardly bother one.”
“You know more about them than me,” Willie said. “OK, there could be smoke. I hope there is.”
“That’s a bad shoal,” Henry said. “I don’t believe they could run in those squalls along here.”
In the morning light they could see four terns and two gulls working around the shoal. They had found something and were diving. The terns were crying and the gulls were screaming.
“What are they into, Tom?” Henry asked.
“I don’t know. It looks like a school of bait fish that is too deep for them to work.”
“Those poor bastard birds have to get up earlier in the morning than we do to make a living,” Willie said. “People don’t appreciate the work they put in.”
“How are you going to run, Tom?” Ara asked.
“Just as close in to the bank as I can and right up to the head of the key.”
“Are you going to check that half-moon key with the wreck?”
“I’ll make a turn around it close in and everybody glass it. Then I’ll anchor in the bight inside the tip of Guillermo.”
“We’ll anchor,” Willie said.
“That’s implied. Why do you get so ornery this early in the morning?”
“I’m not ornery. I’m just admiring the ocean and this beautiful coast Columbus first cast his eyes on. I’m lucky I didn’t serve under that Columbus.”
“I always thought you did,” Thomas Hudson said.
“I read a book about him in the hospital at San Diego,” Willie said. “I’m an authority on him and he had a worse fucked-up outfit than this one.”
“This isn’t a fucked-up outfit.”
“No,” said Willie. “Not yet.”
“OK, Columbus boy. Do you see that wreck that bears about twenty degrees to starboard?”
“That’s for your starboard watch to see,” Willie said. “But I can see it OK with my one eye that works and there is a booby bird from the Bahamas perched on it. He’s probably come to reinforce us.”
“Good,” said Thomas Hudson. “He’s what we need.”
“I probably could have been a great ornithologist,” Willie said. “Grandma used to raise chickens.”
“Tom,” Ara said. “Do you think we can work a little closer in? The tide is high now.”
“Sure,” Thomas Hudson answered. “Ask Antonio to get up in the bow and let me know how much water I have.”
“You’ve got plenty of water, Tom,” Antonio called. Right in to shore. You know this channel.”
“I know. I just wanted to be sure.”
“Do you want me to take her?”
“Thanks,” said Thomas Hudson. “I do not.”
“Now we can see the high ground beautifully,” Ara said. “You take all of her, Gil. I’ll just back you up. Glass her really well.”
“Who takes the first quarter of the sea?” Willie asked. “How come you switched on me, anyway?”
“When Tom asked you to look at the wreck. We switch automatically. When you went to starboard I went to port.”
“That’s too nautical for me,” Willie said. “When you want to be nautical, be right or not at all. Why don’t you say right or left the same as in steering?”
“It was you who said the starboard watch,” Henry said.
“That’s right. And from now on I’m going to say downstairs and upstairs and the front and the back of the boat.”
“Willie, get over with Gil and Ara and glass the beach, will you please?” Thomas Hudson said. “The beach and carry it up to the first third of the key.”
“Yes, Tom,” Willie said.
It was easy to see if there was anyone living on Cayo Guillermo on this which was the windward side for nearly all of the year. But there was nothing showing as they moved close in along the coast. They came abeam of the point and Thomas Hudson said, “I’ll circle the half-moon key as close as I can and you all glass it. If you notice anything we can stand by and put the dinghy in.”
The breeze was starting to rise and the sea was beginning to move but it did not break yet on the shoals because of the high tide. Thomas Hudson looked ahead at the small rocky key. He knew there was a sunken wreck at the western end of it but it showed only as a red brown bulge with this high tide. There was a shallow bank and a sandy beach on the inside of this key but he would not see the beach until he had rounded the wreck.
“There’s somebody living on the key,” Ara said. “I see smoke.”
“Right,” said Willie. “It’s on the leeward side and the wind is carrying it to the west.”
“The smoke is about at the center of where the beach should be,” Gil said.
“Can you see a mast?”
“No mast,” Gil said.
“They could step the goddam mast daytimes,” Willie said.
“Go to your stations,” Thomas Hudson said. “Ara, you stay here with me. Willie, tell Peters to get hooked up to talk whether anybody can hear him or not.”
“What do you think?” Ara asked when the others were gone.
“I think if I were fishing and drying fish that I would have come off here from Guillermo when the calms came and brought the mosquitoes.”
“Me, too.”
“They aren’t burning any charcoal on this key and the smoke is small. So it must be a fresh fire.”
“Unless it is the end of a bigger one.”
“I thought of that.”
“Then we’ll see in five minutes.”
They rounded the wreck, which had another booby bird sitting on it, and Thomas Hudson thought, our allies are checking in fast. Then they were coming up into the lee of the key and Thomas Hudson saw the sand beach, the green behind it, and a shack with smoke coming from it.
“Thank God,” he said.
“Equally,” Ara said. “I was afraid of the other thing, too.”
There was no sign of any boats.
“We’re really close to them, I think. Get in fast with Antonio and tell me what you find. I’ll lay her in right along the bank. Tell them to stay at their stations and act natural.”
The dinghy spun and moved in to the beach. Thomas Hudson watched Antonio and Ara walking toward the thatched shack. They were moving as fast as they could without running. They called to the shack and a woman came out. She was dark as a sea Indian and was barefooted and her long hair hung down almost to her waist. While she talked, another woman came out. She was dark, too, and long-haired and she carried a baby. As soon as she finished speaking, Ara and Antonio shook hands with the two women and came back to the dinghy. They shoved off and started the motor and came out.
Antonio and Ara came up onto the flying bridge while the dinghy was being hoisted aboard.
“There were two women,” Antonio said. “The men are outside fishing. The woman with the baby saw a turtle boat go into the channel that goes inside. It went in when this breeze came up.”
“That would be about an hour and a half ago,” Thomas Hudson said. “With the tide falling now.”
“Very strong,” Antonio said. “It is dropping very fast, Tom.”
“When she is down, there is not enough water to carry us through there.”
“No.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s your ship.”
Thomas Hudson swung the helm hard over and put in both motors up to twenty-seven hundred revolutions and headed for the point of the key.
“They may run aground themselves,” he said. “The hell with it.”
“We can anchor if it gets too bad,” Antonio said. “It’s a marl bottom if we run aground. Marl and mud.”
“And rocky spots,” Thomas Hudson said. “Get Gil up here for me to watch for the stakes. Ara, you and Willie check all the weapons. Stay up here, please, Antonio.”
“The channel is a bastard,” Antonio said. “But it is not impossible.”
“She is impossible in low water. But maybe the other son of a bitch will ground, too, or maybe the wind will
