by Stieve Adams
Singapore, a yellow-colored mustache remains on a muddy form with striped hair hanging down in the face. We all looked so much about that way and therefore were camouflaged. Against the river, we liked the most big larch lumps.
"Will be nice with a bath," says Sir Randolph. "Off with shirt and pants and down in plumage. You can distract the crocodiles in the meantime."
I was unsure if there were crocodiles in the river. My experience with Indonesian rivers is somewhat limited. I'm starting to clean the weapons that we got after all. A glance at the river shows that Sir Randolph silently slides away from his yacht 50 meters from the land and 200 meters away.
Worried is that the Thai boat is not far away. Suddenly, I will remember that the thailand may have embarked on Randolph's boat.
"Take care of the weapons," I say to Valerie, "I'm following Randolph".
I'm quietly following Randolph in the water. This is not clear West Indian water, this is a yellow-green mud that comes floating. But it can not be helped, here is a swim or disappear. I'm 50 meters left when Randolph arrives at the boat. He may have been struck by the same thought that there is someone on board, because he takes it very carefully as he approaches the boat.
As he climbs, a shadow pops up and drives a gun to wake Randolph's life and asks what he's doing there.
"It's my boat, my good man," I hear Randolph with an indignant voice. A voice that drips of English upper class which can make anyone unsure.
"And why are you not in the jungle?" The shadow asks for a short thought break. The natural thing is not to swim out among the crocodiles to get to the boat. In fact, it should be more natural to take the little jungle that lies at the dock to board.
Randolph has meanwhile moved something towards the boat so that the shadow stands with my back against the ladder I'm going to climb on board. Very, very carefully, I get up on the steps. Randolph tramples back and forth and in swearing words he begins to homework the intruder.
It makes the Thai distracted so I get so high that I can grab his shirt collar and try to tear him down in the water. It's close to succeeding, he drops the gun but grabs the steps to stay.
"Ha," says Randolph and clings to him on his fingers. The Thai drops and I get him under me when we fall into the water. I have a good takeover and manage to keep him under the surface of the water even though he is desperate. When he stops fighting, I pull him up over the water surface and drag him onboard with some help from Randolph.
"We tie him up and put him in the ass," Randolph suggests. With ropes around his hands and feet and a powerful mouthwash, he begins to whistle.
"Glad that he lives anyway," I think.
Randolph gently starts the boat and lays it on idling to not attract too much attention. We slide closer to land and wave towards our friends to hurry to end our boat. It succeeds in expectation and soon everyone is on board except Josephine.
Jens becomes worried and starts shouting to get her to safety too.
"We must stand now," says Randolph. And everyone agrees.
"I can not leave Josephine ..."
"If anyone is going to get here, it's Josephine," we think.
The reality is solving the issue for us. A bunch of thailanders have come to our attention, so Randolph is boosting the yacht, now with full noise on the two 70-horse Mercury Motors.
But there was more noise in the little harbor. The Thai boat seemed to be of the same caliber and it was about to take us back as we headed for the sea. The estuary was wide but seemed to be too narrow for two fast boats.
After all, the Thai boat was understaffed. We only saw a person who ruled. But on the other hand, he was armed with some kind of automatic weapon. However, he was hampered by wanting to have Jen's living. His shot was therefore scarecrow in front of the bow on our boat or they were badly targeted.
Nevertheless, we should try to stop his progress. How it should be. Randolph had crawled a bit too much with his boat, the Thai actually seemed faster and was in a hurry to penetrate the mangrove nuts on the other side of the river.
"Time of coarse artillery," I announced. We had brought a shotgun from Jen's house. I charge both pipes and aim high with the first shot. As expected, our friend dives in the Thai boat, why the next shot hits the windshield. Now it seems we mean seriously, but the opponent begins to peep our hull with automatic gear. He is aiming for the engines and sooner or later we can expect that we are experiencing engine problems.
And, really, one of the engines starts to go unclean and we lose momentum.
"Take cover behind that boat," I hear. The boat was a tow truck that suddenly appeared behind a cape. The tugboat was of an older model painted in red and black and with car tires hanging over the rail as fenders. The tugboat targets our enemy as he tries to frame. And almost succeeds, the Thai boat weighs in the last second but no better than it's kapsejsar.
"Welcome on board," Björn says, it was actually Björn and his Sitting Bull who look up and save us with the bare fear.
25. Planning
Now it remained to convince Jens to be mediocre and help us to fulfill our mission, that is, tell us where the treasure was. Of course, he would not hear much about that ear. Nor did Björn seem interested in participating. I was not sure how to act. My commissioner was actually the Mexican drug station.
Jens admitted that he had been on a sailboat crossing the Atlantic. Was it possible that it was a well-known way of moving theft gods and cranes from Southeast Asia to Central America? Jens did not know that he had been acquired at the last moment, as he claimed.
Was it theftless? Probably, says Jens. Could he describe more what it was about. No, he does not want it right now. Valerie also sought further information from Jens or Björn. The latter was silent, apparently he did not want to get in. Maybe he had his own agreement with Jens.
I therefore had problems. I have to report to the Mexicans while their interest in the treasure was only of secondary significance. They were looking for the bosses in an organization, we were interested in diamonds or whatever was hidden in St. Kitts. If at all there, the track might lead someone else. Or Jens or someone else had lurked the treasure hunt.
"We should be careful when we come to Singapore," Valerie murmures.
"Yes," is my comment.
"Our friends from Bangkok are probably able to mess up with it properly. They know that we are coming with Sitting Bull and that we have Jens with us." With our limited strength, we must choose to sneak away in some way. "
We have Randolph's injured boat on trailer and Randolph itself tries to speed up the engines. Not very easy when Sitting Bull is approaching its home port at a good speed. After a consultation with Björn, we slide into a quiet bay to see if we can speed up the yacht. Björn drops the anchor and starts helping Randolph with the repair.
There turns out to be a couple of broken fuel lines so the boat should be ready for use with a roll of insulation tape. A few ball holes near the water line are sealed with Plastic Padding.
Now, the question remains whether Björn can return to Singapore. And if we were to try to get to the Caribbean, how could we do that? Björn asserts that there is no danger to him now, Thailand's goal is, Jens and Björn can truthfully say that he let him go to sea and did not know where he was going to go.
Jens definitely does not want to abandon Josephine on Sumatra.
"OK," I say. "Why not take the flight from Sumatra to the Caribbean. We may not be able to return to Singapore actually."
"Can we take the boat to Medan located on the northeast coast?" Asks Jens. "On the way there maybe we can pick up Josephine."
We agree if the idea is good. Björn brings out a pair of cans of red color and suggests painting the yacht a little bit. We are starting to be a really good team and I try to convince Björn that he will be ill at Singapore.
"No problem," he says. "I have some faithful friends in the Chinese Quarter. I call them and ask them to meet me when I arrive. Then someone can join Sitting Bull when I work." No pro
blems at all. "
Jens is obviously helping to keep the field together with us. He can not return to his hideaway at Sumatra anyway.
Randolph's handsome white yacht will be leisurely reddish and will soon recall a progeny of Sitting Bull that has the same red color. We also change the name of Josephine home in Nicosia, Cyprus.
"I also want to go to the Caribbean," says Randolph. "Instead of compensation for damaged boat, fuel and other."
Even though he is not insufficient in detail, he has assumed that we are going to give us adventure and treasureation. Jens says nothing, he just wants to accompany us to a new hideaway. I try to offer money instead, I have some plastic cards that I can use as soon as we get to a bank.
Randolph absolutely wants to follow and after a brief discussion with Valerie, we say he can hang on with forever. But we are not the one who decides, so he may have to leave the ship at a later time.
Björn deviates from Singapore, he has jobs waiting. We have checked that the yacht is OK and that there is plenty of fuel to take us back to Sumatra. The navigation will be a bit tricky, Randolph does not know the waters and has no detailed charts on the area. Jens has not seen much of the coast from the sea side but knows a number of resorts from land.
"It fixes," said Randolph optimistically and kicking off the coast of Sumatra. We take it easy, so we should attack a community near Josephine's town at dusk.
Everything works well and at the small
