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Satisfied, the pilot spoke into a portable transmitter. "We're in position. Slow aft and drop the hook."
The order was relayed to the bow, and the anchor payed out as the ship very slightly moved astern. When the flukes dug into the harbor silt, the slack was taken up and the order was given to ring the engines to
"off."
Captain Oliver Collins, a slim man standing straight as a plumb line in an impeccably tailored white uniform, nodded at the pilot in respect and offered his hand.
"Neatly done as always, Mr. Campos." Captain Collins had known the pilot for almost twenty years, yet he never referred to anyone, even his closest friends, by his Christian name.
"If her length stretched another thirty meters I couldn't squeeze her in." Harry Campos smiled, revealing an array of tobacco-stained teeth.
His accent was more hish than Spanish. "Sorry we can't slip her into a berth, Captain, but I was told to moor you in the harbor."
"for security reasons, I should imagine," said Collins.
Campos lit the stub of a cigar. "The bigwig meetings have the whole island turned upside down. You'd think there was a sniper behind every palm the way security police are acting."
Collins stared through the bridge windows at the popular playground of South America. "I'll not complain. This ship will be hosting the presidents of Mexico and Egypt during the conference.
"That a fact?" muttered Campos. "No wonder they wanted to keep your vessel offshore."
"May I offer you a drink in my cabin, or better yet, considering the hour, would you do the honor of dining with me?"
Campos shook his head. "My thanks for the invite, Captain." He paused and motioned at the mass of ships filling the harbor. "But she's a busy time. Maybe a rain check for your next layover."
Campos filled out his document for payment and handed it to Captain Collins, who signed. Campos looked through the aft bridge windows at the immaculate decks of the ship.
"One of these days I'll take a holiday and sail with you as a passenger."
"Let me know," said Collins. "I'll see the company covers all your expenses."
"A mighty kind offer. If I tell my wife, she'll never let up till I take advantage of it."
"A pleasure, Mr. Campos. any time you say the word."
The pilot boat came alongside and Campos jumped onto the deck from the boarding ladder. He gave a final wave as the boat pulled away and headed out to sea to pilot the next incoming vessel.
"Most enjoyable voyage I ever sailed." This from Collins's first officer, Nhchael Finney. "A frill crew and no passengers. for six days I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."
Company orders required ship's officers to spend almost as much time entertaining the passengers as sailing the ship, a duty Finney hated with a passion. A fine seaman, he stayed away from the main dining salon as much as possible, preferring to eat with his fellow officers, or making constant inspections of the ship.
Finney didn't exactly look the part of a party mixer. He was big, with a barrel chest that fought to explode from the tight confines of his uniform.
"I don't imagine you missed the joy of mingling and small talk," said Collins sarcastically.
Finney made a disagreeable face. "Wouldn't be so bad if they didn't ask the same stupid questions all the time."
"Courtesy and respect when dealing with passengers, Mr. Finney," Collins admonished. "It goes with the waters. Mind your manners in the next few days. We'll be entertaining some rather important foreign leaders and statesmen."
Finney did not reply. He gazed at the modern high-rise
"Everytime I see the old town," he said wistfully, "they ve added another hotel."
"Yes, you're from Uruguay."
"Born just west in Montevideo. My father was a sales rep for a Belfast machinery company."
"You must enjoy coming home," said Collins.
