"It was on the New Year's Eve of '65 that I saw Priscilla again. She was indeed married to Marsden-Smith who had managed to ruin not only his reputati...n, but also his body and his inherited property. On Lord Lambert's urging, we settled our differences, but a day later, he died from a fall in his home leaving his wife almost destitute."Strange as it seemed, my wife and Priscilla took a liking to each other and even developed a deep friendship. In turn, I learned that what I had viewed as. I knew her parents weren't due back for another 2 and a half hours so I had plenty time when I did get home. As soon as I came around the corner, she rose and made her way between our properties and to the backyard. I put my bike in the garage and walked through to the kitchen and looked out the door. Sure enough, there she was.I opened the door and ushered her in and to my family room. "Take a seat while I get something to drink. Would you like a soda too," I asked her."No thank you," came her. That particular Egyptian captain hadn't accumulated much ... but this particular Algerian captain seemed to be a bigwig and records indicated that he'd been making this run, or similar voyages elsewhere for at least a decade. I was sure that his private little stash was going to be worth a look.Tapping my fingers against a bulkhead near the front of the ship, in the wet stinky anchorwell, I posed my pal Ed a very hypothetical question."Assuming for laughs, that you could retire next year under. " He examined one elegant hand for a minute then looked me over. "I am quiet aware of why you are here miss Alina. Your boss gave me strict instructions on how to handle you and also explained there are certain days you may not be available..." I nodded. "Yup...sounds about right". "However..." I glanced back at him. He was leaning across the table, red eyes gleaming. "Considering the funds for my bars repair were...idly given to me by a private insurance company carrying you...I find I can.