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. He just turned onto the waterfront.He s walking west and looking at stuff inthe booths and shops. Steve shifted into a jog as Wayne moved around aPage 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcorner.By the time Steve had rounded the corner, Wayne was out of sight.Steve lookedaround frantically, then saw him again, idly examining a clay pot that was forsale. If it s a choice of grabbing Wayne or losing him, which should I do? Do not risk a disturbance, Hunter said firmly.8Rita finished her herbal tea, glancing about for both Roland and Hunter steam.Since every sight was new and exciting to her, the time passed quickly.She wondered if Roland had survived his duel, or whatever he had gone to do.Then she also wondered if he had just wanted an excuse to leave her, but thatdidn t make sense.If he had tired of her company, he could have simply stayedaway that morning.When Roland came striding back down the street, he was smiling as cheerfullyas ever. Finished, sweet lady? Just finished.Dm, how was your.business? Easy, Rita.No problem at all. Well, that s good. She decided she had better not ask what he had reallybeen doing.A buccaneer wouldn t like a stranger prying. And now, will you accompany me for a walk along the docks? In the salt sprayand morning sunshine? I ve seen the docks, she said, thinking to herself that Hunter might stillbe looking for her there. How about showing me the rest of the town? He smiled engagingly. That, too, can be done.But for now, will you indulgeme? Sure. She followed him, reflecting that Hunter would probably catch up toher sooner or later, anyway.Besides, maybe he was focused on finding MC 2 andwouldn t worry about her until later.Hunter, still listening on his internal receiver to Steve s quiet chatter, ledJane quickly down the waterfront, scanning the booths.She hurried to keep upwith his long strides.The area was crowded. I see you, Steve, Hunter radioed. Look back over your left shoulder. Up ahead, Steve did so and saw Hunter.He didn t seem to be in much of ahurry.Steve stopped and waited for Hunter and Jane to catch up.Then he justshook his head. Sorry, Hunter, Steve said. I didn t dare get too close.Then I lost him inthe crowd. What was he doing? Jane asked. Just browsing in the booths and shops.Killing time, it seemed to me. We will keep moving, said Hunter. Now that we are together, we canapprehend him if necessary.I will be present to see that the First Law is notviolated. Finding him in this crowd will be tough, said Jane. Now it s almost asdense as it was last night. Hunter nodded and once again led the way.Rita found the waterfront much more exciting on her second visit.In thedaylight, she breathed in the salt air deeply and saw the sea gulls circlingand diving over the water.Best of all, though, were the tall-masted shipsanchored out in the bay.Those ships, even more than the buccaneersthemselves, truly represented the era. A pretty sight, is it not? Roland nodded toward the crowd of ships. Fascinating. I hear there is a merchantman out there of two hundred eighty tons that cantake you back to Old England in four weeks. He grinned. Not that I have anywish to go back, but it takes a fine ship to do that. A month. Rita suppressed a smile, thinking of how the supersonic planes ofher own time could make the jump between lunch and dinner on the same day.Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html The mere wink of an eye, said Roland. Do you like ships, then? They re beautiful, said Rita. You must have traveled by ship? That is, unless you were born and raised onJamaica. Uh no, I m not from Jamaica.But I don t really know ships. Let me help you.You see the biggest ones out there? Only two or three are insight. The three-masted square-riggers. Again, Rita fought down a smile.From herbook learning, she knew more about the ships of the era than Roland everwould.On the other hand, he had actually sailed them; she had never even seena real one before. That s right. He pointed to one. Those are the finest flagships of abuccaneer fleet.Each one is big enough to slug it out with even a navalfrigate.They can also handle a long sea voyage. Rita pointed to some smaller ships that were also three-masted and square-rigged. What are those, then? They look similar. Of course, she knew verywell what they were, but she wanted to keep him talking.Once he had explainedthe ships, she would no longer have to feign ignorance. Merchant ships, including the one I told you about a moment ago. He winkedat her. Some are here trading legally.Others were, shall we say, broughthere by those of us under the governor s commission. What do you call the bigger of the two-masted ships? She pointed to one ofthem. Those are brigantines, fine and reliable workhorses.They can take differentsails, too, at different times, to suit different conditions. What about the little ones? Ah! My personal favorites, those.The smaller two-masted ships are schooners,perfect in these waters for their speed and shallow draft.The smallest of allare single-masted sloops, the fastest ships on the water. Why are there so many ships in the harbor? Is that normal? She didn t thinkit was, but of course the exact number would be changing day by day. Normal, is it? Roland shrugged. Ships come and go all the time. Have you sailed on some of these? Rita winked back at him, smiling. Maybeon the governor s commission and maybe without it? He threw back his head and laughed. Aye, that I have.A fine brigantine outthere is captained by a man named Quinn.The Hungry Hawk is her name.I vesailed with Captain Quinn a number of times.When he needs a crew, I usuallyhear about it. Do you always go? If the mood strikes me, aye.I m not bound to him.But he has a keen eye onthe open sea.A man can make a profit with a good captain. Roland! At the sound of a man s voice, they both turned.A big, brawny man with abrown beard, wearing tattered knee breeches and nothing else, hurried towardthem.He gave Rita a suspicious glance and she turned away to look at theships again.She was still listening carefully, but she felt she had a betterchance of overhearing something interesting if the two buccaneers thought shewas distracted. What is it, Ned? Roland glanced at Rita, lowering his voice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. He just turned onto the waterfront.He s walking west and looking at stuff inthe booths and shops. Steve shifted into a jog as Wayne moved around aPage 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcorner.By the time Steve had rounded the corner, Wayne was out of sight.Steve lookedaround frantically, then saw him again, idly examining a clay pot that was forsale. If it s a choice of grabbing Wayne or losing him, which should I do? Do not risk a disturbance, Hunter said firmly.8Rita finished her herbal tea, glancing about for both Roland and Hunter steam.Since every sight was new and exciting to her, the time passed quickly.She wondered if Roland had survived his duel, or whatever he had gone to do.Then she also wondered if he had just wanted an excuse to leave her, but thatdidn t make sense.If he had tired of her company, he could have simply stayedaway that morning.When Roland came striding back down the street, he was smiling as cheerfullyas ever. Finished, sweet lady? Just finished.Dm, how was your.business? Easy, Rita.No problem at all. Well, that s good. She decided she had better not ask what he had reallybeen doing.A buccaneer wouldn t like a stranger prying. And now, will you accompany me for a walk along the docks? In the salt sprayand morning sunshine? I ve seen the docks, she said, thinking to herself that Hunter might stillbe looking for her there. How about showing me the rest of the town? He smiled engagingly. That, too, can be done.But for now, will you indulgeme? Sure. She followed him, reflecting that Hunter would probably catch up toher sooner or later, anyway.Besides, maybe he was focused on finding MC 2 andwouldn t worry about her until later.Hunter, still listening on his internal receiver to Steve s quiet chatter, ledJane quickly down the waterfront, scanning the booths.She hurried to keep upwith his long strides.The area was crowded. I see you, Steve, Hunter radioed. Look back over your left shoulder. Up ahead, Steve did so and saw Hunter.He didn t seem to be in much of ahurry.Steve stopped and waited for Hunter and Jane to catch up.Then he justshook his head. Sorry, Hunter, Steve said. I didn t dare get too close.Then I lost him inthe crowd. What was he doing? Jane asked. Just browsing in the booths and shops.Killing time, it seemed to me. We will keep moving, said Hunter. Now that we are together, we canapprehend him if necessary.I will be present to see that the First Law is notviolated. Finding him in this crowd will be tough, said Jane. Now it s almost asdense as it was last night. Hunter nodded and once again led the way.Rita found the waterfront much more exciting on her second visit.In thedaylight, she breathed in the salt air deeply and saw the sea gulls circlingand diving over the water.Best of all, though, were the tall-masted shipsanchored out in the bay.Those ships, even more than the buccaneersthemselves, truly represented the era. A pretty sight, is it not? Roland nodded toward the crowd of ships. Fascinating. I hear there is a merchantman out there of two hundred eighty tons that cantake you back to Old England in four weeks. He grinned. Not that I have anywish to go back, but it takes a fine ship to do that. A month. Rita suppressed a smile, thinking of how the supersonic planes ofher own time could make the jump between lunch and dinner on the same day.Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html The mere wink of an eye, said Roland. Do you like ships, then? They re beautiful, said Rita. You must have traveled by ship? That is, unless you were born and raised onJamaica. Uh no, I m not from Jamaica.But I don t really know ships. Let me help you.You see the biggest ones out there? Only two or three are insight. The three-masted square-riggers. Again, Rita fought down a smile.From herbook learning, she knew more about the ships of the era than Roland everwould.On the other hand, he had actually sailed them; she had never even seena real one before. That s right. He pointed to one. Those are the finest flagships of abuccaneer fleet.Each one is big enough to slug it out with even a navalfrigate.They can also handle a long sea voyage. Rita pointed to some smaller ships that were also three-masted and square-rigged. What are those, then? They look similar. Of course, she knew verywell what they were, but she wanted to keep him talking.Once he had explainedthe ships, she would no longer have to feign ignorance. Merchant ships, including the one I told you about a moment ago. He winkedat her. Some are here trading legally.Others were, shall we say, broughthere by those of us under the governor s commission. What do you call the bigger of the two-masted ships? She pointed to one ofthem. Those are brigantines, fine and reliable workhorses.They can take differentsails, too, at different times, to suit different conditions. What about the little ones? Ah! My personal favorites, those.The smaller two-masted ships are schooners,perfect in these waters for their speed and shallow draft.The smallest of allare single-masted sloops, the fastest ships on the water. Why are there so many ships in the harbor? Is that normal? She didn t thinkit was, but of course the exact number would be changing day by day. Normal, is it? Roland shrugged. Ships come and go all the time. Have you sailed on some of these? Rita winked back at him, smiling. Maybeon the governor s commission and maybe without it? He threw back his head and laughed. Aye, that I have.A fine brigantine outthere is captained by a man named Quinn.The Hungry Hawk is her name.I vesailed with Captain Quinn a number of times.When he needs a crew, I usuallyhear about it. Do you always go? If the mood strikes me, aye.I m not bound to him.But he has a keen eye onthe open sea.A man can make a profit with a good captain. Roland! At the sound of a man s voice, they both turned.A big, brawny man with abrown beard, wearing tattered knee breeches and nothing else, hurried towardthem.He gave Rita a suspicious glance and she turned away to look at theships again.She was still listening carefully, but she felt she had a betterchance of overhearing something interesting if the two buccaneers thought shewas distracted. What is it, Ned? Roland glanced at Rita, lowering his voice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]