by Stieve Adams
never knew if the cops police in Mexico managed to put someone there. I have sent an invoice for consultancy fees to Maria's boss, we'll see if I get paid.
The blood loss from the shot injury made me sick and dizzy, but a few days at St. Kitts hospital did the mood and with just a few minor scars, I can continue my career as a computer dealer.
Firstly, I have taken leave for six months. Together with Sir Randolph, I have committed myself to carrying the weapons I found when looking for diamonds. Raffe is a 17th-century swordsman. He has a large collection at his old castle and claims that he can prove he is the heir to the weapons of a certain seafarer, namely Anne Bonny, dumped in the cave. It may be as it should with that matter, in any case, instead of consulting fees, we have promised to get paid in hardware, so to speak, that is, we will get some of the weapons that we can sell in our turn. Sir Randolph says he wants to buy my share for the amount of one hundred thousand pounds.
Contactman and supervisor of our salvage operation is Valerie, who proved to be one of the heads of the Customs Union in St. Kitts. Her female list passed my mind, she was sent by the Customs Chief to find out what was going on.
St. Kitts has got a new tourist destination that flooded the island with treasurepayers in a month. In Mosquito Bay, there are small boats and amateur dudes like hooks and rakes and all imaginative tools are trying to bring up diamonds and rubies and emeralds. It is with the good memories of the authorities, because all they receive is the state, but with the lost pay in nature, that is, one and another diamond.
"Sure, it's good at St. Kitts," says Valerie, holding me in the hand when we are eating pizza at the pizzeria in central Basseterre.
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This is a machine translation from Swedish to English, I have used Google Translate. That can explain that some words and sentences have not become as the author has ever thought of.
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Obviously, this is a story that is devised from beginning to end. Every resemblance to real people is a pure coincidence.
On the other hand, the geographical background is quite authentic, please go there, then tourists will be happy. I myself have been to most of the places described, that's what they looked like in the late 1900's.
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© Stieve I Adams, 2001
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