A large boat, too large for the small bay, floated at anchor just out of earshot from the mangrove-lined shore. It was a pleasure craft, two stories of posh inner cabin and a flat deck on the stern. An array of high-tech geared decorated the crow’s nest roof. Guards were posted fore and aft. They were dressed like any deckhands might be in expensive Italian suits with their handguns only partially hidden. In the crow’s nest, the captain received a ping. Something approached. He radioed down to the inner cabin.
“They’re just around the corner,” the speaker next to the leather couch squawked. Cage, world-renowned arms dealer, looked at his assistant and nodded.
The Tall Tale Year 