How do you know that? he asked himself. Going away can be final. Walking out the door can be final. Any form of real betrayal can be final. Dishonesty can be final. Selling out is final. But you are just talking now. Death is what is really final. I wish Ara and Willie would get back. They must be rigging that hulk up like a chamber of horrors. I’ve never liked to kill, ever. But Willie loves it. He is a strange boy and very good, too. He is just never satisfied that a thing cannot be done better.
He saw the dinghy coining. Then he heard her purring hum and then he watched her get clearer and bigger and then she was alongside.
Willie came up. He looked worse than ever and his bad eye was showing too much white. He drew himself up, saluted smartly, and said, “Permission to speak to the captain, sir?”
“Are you drunk?”
“No, Tommy. Enthusiastic.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“Sure, Tom. We took a little rum with us for working around that cadaver. And then when we got through Ara urinated in the bottle and then booby-trapped the bottle. It’s double booby-trapped.”
“Did you rig her good?”
“Tommy, a little tiny gnome no bigger than a man’s hand couldn’t get on her without being blown clean back to gnome land. A cockroach couldn’t crawl on her. Ara was afraid the flies on the cadaver would set her off. We trapped her beautifully and delicately.”
“What’s Ara doing?”
“He’s disassembling and cleaning everything in a frenzy of enthusiasm.”
“How much rum did you guys take?”
“Less than half a bottle. It was my idea. It wasn’t Ara’s.”
“OK. Get the hell down with him and clean the weapons and check the .50’s.”
“You can’t check them really without firing them.”
“I know. But you check them completely without firing them. Throw away the ammo that’s been in the breeches.”
“That’s smart.”
“Tell Henry to come up here and bring me a small glass of this and tell him to bring a drink for himself. Antonio knows what this drink is.”
“I’m glad you’re drinking a little again, Tom.”
“For Christ’s sake, don’t be glad or sad about whether I’m drinking or not drinking.”
“OK, Tom. But I don’t like to see you ride yourself like a horse riding on a horse’s back. Why don’t you be like a centaur?”
“Where did you learn about centaurs?”
“I read it in a book, Tommy. I’m educated. I’m educated far beyond my years.”
“You’re a good old son of a bitch,” Thomas Hudson told him. “Now get the hell down and do what I told you.”
“Yes sir. Tommy, when we finish this cruise will you let me buy one of the sea paintings out at the joint?”
“Don’t shit me.”
“I’m not doing that. Maybe the hell you don’t understand all the time.”
“That could be. Maybe all my life.”
“Tommy, I kid a lot. But you chased pretty.”
“We’ll see tomorrow. Tell Henry to bring a drink up. But I don’t want any.”
“No, Tommy. All we have tonight is a simple fight and I don’t think we’ll have it.”
“All right,” said Thomas Hudson. “Send it up. And get down off this fucking bridge and get to work.”
Henry passed the two drinks up and swung up himself after them. He stood beside Thomas Hudson and leaned forward to look at the shadow of the far keys. There was a thin moon in the first quarter of the sky to the westward.
“Here’s to your good health, Tom,” Henry said. “I didn’t look at the moon over my left shoulder.”
“She’s not new. She was new last night.”
“Of course. And we didn’t see her for the squall.”
“That’s right. How’s everything below?”
“Excellent, Tom. Everybody’s working and cheerful.”
“How are Willie and Ara?”
“They drank a little rum, Tom, and it made them very cheerful. But they’re not drinking now.”
“No. They wouldn’t.”
“I look forward to this very much,” Henry said. “So does Willie.”
“I don’t. But it’s what we are here to do. You see, we want prisoners, Henry.”
“I know.”
“Because they made that mistake on the massacre key they don’t want to be taken prisoner.”
“I think that’s putting it mildly,” Henry said. “Do you think they will try to jump us tonight?”
“No. But we have to be alerted in case they do.”
“We will be. But what do you really think they are going to do, Tom?”
“I can’t figure it, Henry. If they are really desperate they will try for the ship. If they have a radio operator left, he could fix our radio up and they could go across to Anguilas and just call a taxi and wait for it to take them home. They have every reason to try for the ship. Somebody could always have talked around Havana and they might know what we are.”
“Who would talk?”
“Never speak ill of the deads,” Thomas Hudson said. “But I’m afraid he might have when he was drinking.”
“Willie is sure he did.”
“Does he know anything?”
“No. He’s just sure.”
“It’s a possibility. But they could also just try to make the mainland and make their way overland to Havana and get a Spanish ship out. Or an Argentine ship. But they don’t want to be picked up on account of the massacre business. So I think they’ll try something desperate.”
“I hope so.”
“If we can set it up,” Thomas Hudson said.