" Not the Marshall's Service of course but yes." The Irish girl dimpled. "I was a Pinkerton agent as you very well know from when we met during the Ci...il War."Sometimes Duncan stayed with the Hamiltons but more often he took a room in a historic hotel that had been fully restored and renovated just a few years ago. Duncan enjoyed the memories as he had stayed there over a hundred years ago when it was first built. He had just arrived and was unpacking when a brisk rap sounded on the room. “And it’s the island we’re looking for? How can we tell?” said Anne.“The mountain that looks like an erect cock and balls,” Karl said.“Oh, that’s right, I remember you mentioned that,” Anne replied.“Here’s the shore. You can hear the waves breaking,” Anglerod observed.“Wait, those aren’t breakers. It’s drums,” Jack realized.Karl said, “You’re right. Maybe they saw us and are trying to guide us in. Look there, the fog is starting to clear up.” As the ship slowed to a stop and dropped anchor,. Their international flight out of New York had been forced to turn back by mechanical problems. The passengers had spent what had seemed like a week waiting around all night in an airport that was otherwise deserted while they waited for the mechanics to repair their jet. Carl had made disparaging comments about Airbus products and had been obviously relieved when the airline brought in a Boeing jet to finish the it flight. A day of doing nothing aside from relaxing on the beach with a good. Mr king said why don't you come sit down and relax for a while. Going to the kitchen he asked if I wanted a beer. Never having one before I said, sure. After finishing it he went back to the kitchen and handed me an other one. It wasn't long before I started to feel funny and relaxed. Mr king said, you must be sore from all the work you did. Not thinking I said I was a little stiff. Smiling he stood and came around the chair and massaged my shoulders. He asked, how does that feel. I said it.