Hmmm . . .
What I wanted was a berth on a ship bound for Rangoon, to see Jaimy, but that was not likely to happen, not here in this inconvenient corner of the world.
So I sat on the pier and considered...
Lord Allen is back in England under the care of Dr. Sebastian, and there’s nothing I can do for him should I arrive there. And Jaimy’s in Rangoon. Hey, it’s easier to get from Boston to Burma than from Gibraltar to there, the Spice Trade and all. Plus, I should be checking on Faber Shipping Worldwide . . .
So, Jacky . . . to America.
I stride down the pier and walk up the gangplank of the Margaret Todd. There is a man standing on the deck, and I suspect he is either the Captain or one of the mates.
“What do you want?” he asks of me.
“I am told you are taking on sailors.”
“Maybe. Who are you?”
I drop my seabag to the deck and say...
Jacky Faber . . . Seaman . . . Rated Able.