“I’m going to sleep tonight. After we anchor I’ll read and then sleep. We’ve gained four days on them, though it does not show. Now we must search carefully.”
“We will get them or we will drive them into other people’s hands,” Ara said. “What difference does it make? We have our pride but we have another pride people know nothing of.”
“That is what I had forgotten,” Thomas Hudson said.
“It is a pride without vanity,” Ara continued. “Failure is its brother and shit is its sister and death is its wife.”
“It must be a big pride.”
“It is,” Ara said. “You must not forget it, Tom, and you must not destroy yourself. Everyone in the ship has that pride, including Peters. Although I do not like Peters.”
“Thanks for telling me,” Thomas Hudson said. “I feel fuck-all discouraged about things sometimes.”
“Tom,” Ara said. “All a man has is pride. Sometimes you have it so much it is a sin. We have all done things for pride that we knew were Impossible. We didn’t care. But a man must implement his pride with intelligence and care. Now that you have ceased to be careful of yourself I must ask you to be, please. For us and for the ship.”
“Who is us?”
“All of us.”
“OK,” Thomas Hudson said. “Ask for your dark glasses.”
“Tom, please understand.”
“I understand. Thanks very much. I’ll eat a hearty supper and sleep like a child.”
Ara did not think it was funny and he always thought funny things were funny.
“You try it, Tom,” he said.
They anchored in the lee of Cayo Cruz in the sandy bight between the two keys.
“We’ll put out another anchor to lay here,” Thomas Hudson called to his mate. “I don’t like this bottom.”
The mate shrugged his shoulders and bent down to the second anchor and Thomas Hudson eased her ahead against the tide, watching the grass from the banks riding by in the current. He came astern until his second anchor was well dug in. The boat lay with her bow into the wind and the tide running past her. There was much wind even in this lee and he knew that when the tide changed she would swing broadside to the swell.
“The hell with it,” he said. “Let her roll.”
But his mate had lowered the dinghy already and they were running out a stern anchor. Thomas Hudson watched them drop the little Danforth where it would hold her into the wind when the tide came aflood.
“Why don’t you put out a couple more?” he called. “Then maybe we could sell her for a goddam spider.”
The mate grinned at him.
“Get the outboard on her. I’m going in.”
“No, Tom,” his mate said. “Let Ara and Willie go in. I’ll take them in and another party to Mégano. Do you want them to take the
“No. Be scientists.”
I’m accepting a lot of handling, he thought. That must mean I really do need some rest. The thing is I am neither tired nor sleepy.
“Antonio,” he said.
“Yes,” said his mate.
“I’ll take the air mattress and two cushions and a big drink.”
“What kind of drink?”
“Gin and coconut water with Angostura and lime.”
“A
“Double quantity.”
Henry threw the air mattress up and climbed after it with a book and a magazine.
“You’re out of the wind here,” he said. “Do you want me to open any of this canvas for ventilation?”
“Since when did I rate all this?”
“Tom, we talked of it and we all agreed that you need some rest. You’ve been driving yourself past what a man can stand. You are past it now.”
“Shit,” said Thomas Hudson.
“Maybe,” said Henry. “I said I thought you were OK and could go quite a lot more and hold the pace. But the others were worried and they convinced me. You can deconvince me. But take it easy now, Tom.”
“I never felt better. I just don’t give a damn.”
“That’s what it’s about. You won’t come down off the bridge. You want to stand all the watches steering. And you don’t give a damn about anything.”
“OK,” said Thomas Hudson. “I get the-picture. But I still command.”
“I didn’t mean it in any bad way, truly.”
“Forget it,” Thomas Hudson said. “I’m resting. You know how to search a key, don’t you?”
“I should.”
“See what there is on Mégano.”
“That’s mine. Willie and Ara have gone in already. I’m just waiting with the other party for Antonio to come back with the dinghy.”
“How is Peters?”
“He’s been working hard on the big radio all afternoon. He thinks he has it fixed OK.”
“That would be wonderful. If I’m asleep, wake me as soon as you get back.”
“Yes, Tom.” Henry reached down and took something that was handed to him. It was a big glass full of ice and a rusty-colored liquid and it was wrapped in a double thickness of paper towel held fast by a rubber band.
“A double
Thomas Hudson took a long sip.
“I like it,” he said.
“You used to. Everything will be fine, Tom.”
“Everything we can do damn well better be.”
“Just get a good rest.”
“I will.”