I wish you good luck,” she said with a smile, before remembering something.“Oh yes, you may not take any of the books with you, as the Demons woul... do anything to have any of them, but you will remember what you have learned if you think about it,” she added with a smile.I wanted to ask her who had sent the Demons, but wasn’t given the chance, as the fog closed in around me and took me back then, and I knew nothing more until awakening the next morning.When I awoke in the morning, I was stiff. The young man in the red shirt stepped up onto the platform and the crowd noise subsided. "Okay, everybody!" he called. Next to him the tight knot of middies scanned the crowd intently.He reached into the box, swirled his hand around ostentatiously, and pulled out a slip, which he squinted at in the fitful light. "Dinah Moran," he called out. A half dozen middies sprang forward, shoving their way roughly into the crowd. They disappeared from my line of sight, and then there was a shriek and a. Squatting down and smoothing the folded paper with both hands, Capt looked around and motioned toward a young fisherman counting crumpled pesos, ‘Par favor Senor, come over and tell me what you know about the route north.’ The fisherman courteously picked his way through the crowd of tourists, looked down at the stained chart and shook his head in the politest way possible. ‘Senior, that is a very old chart. It was made by the English survey ship when my great grandfather fished the riff.. She was slim but not skinny and her legs were long and perfect. Her hair was auburn brown and short.I stood there so mesmerized that I had not realized she had seen me peeking over the fence. When I did catch her gaze I just froze not knowing whether I should jump down off the wall and quickly walk off or just wait for her to shout at me. These crucial seconds and staying where I was, was one of the best decisions of my life. To my amazement, she didn’t shout or race indoors, she stared at me.