One Sunday I was reading the ads and this one caught my eye."I'm a seventy-three year old professional woman. Reddish hair, green eyes with slim build... Seeking companionship while in town on business trips." I knew I had to answer that ad. I found a photo of my uncle and I. I took scissors and cut off my uncle and sent her the response. I told her in the message that I worked in advertising. In her ad she had mentioned she was from another city. After a couple of weeks with no response, I. “Anyways, since I’m going to be busy and you’re not, I was thinking maybe you could do me a favor. I mean, we are so close, after all.”Shuichi wasn’t really sure what Kaito was talking about, since they barely even spoke to each other. As far as he knew, the only way they were close was that Kaito’s cubicle was only a few spots away from his.But, still, Kaito was looking down at him with a wide smile and expectant eyes, and he didn’t want to disappoint him.“Uh… yeah, I guess so…” Shuichi. Scott froze and lifted his head.Lara looked down at him, puzzled. “What—”Holding up a hand, he whispered, “Listen.” Propping up, he peered across the pond.Four men were emerging from the forest. They looked to be around 20, hooting and swearing, pushing each other, and carrying on. One swigged from a bottle then passed it to another.Each one carried a rifle slung on a shoulder or carried in the crook of their arm.Scott motioned for Lara to lay still. He whispered, “They probably can’t see us. . the man on the street. Blood. I did not handle the red flag of puberty well.It started out well.We left Tolaga Bay rested, refreshed and in harmony ... mostly. I was jealous of my prerogatives. I had spent three days cleaning, tinkering and fixing all the little things that go amiss on a protracted voyage. I expected to have my say.Did I?No!Instead, I was back on the mid to 6 watch.Certainly the sunrises were spectacular.And I agree that under shortened sail with the radar and autopilot doing.