"We will not appeal, Mutherford said, costing a lot of Guavans a lot of money. But then Mutherford produced a document and added, "Because we have an order for the extradition of Mr. Gus Openshaw for trial on Tortola for violation of Chapter XXII, Article VIII of the Penal Code there."
On cue, the Tortolan Navy guys marched towards me jangling with darbies (a local, painful version of handcuffs) and leg irons.
"We got to run, Gus," said Nelson, tugging me towards the back door.
All in, Nelson was right. So I got to run now.
Most excellent and puissant Gus, congratulations! And kudos also to Nelson for being on top of the situation.
Now it is only to make your way to the docks, Tortolan swabbies in pursuit, and see what the others have been doing in the meantime. I hope and trust that the boat is still seaworthy. If only there were a way to get a message to them - it takes time to get marine diesels going from a cold start.
It appears that we're going to get through a very large and lavish amount of Pusser's before the day goes much further: it's time to splice the main brace and celebrate. Today being Thursday, the toast of the day is particularly apropos: "Thursday: The King; honest men and bonnie lassies."
Speaking of bonnie lassies - that Tunette looks like quite a catch... Flarq is obviously sweet on her, so desolation may overtake my staff if we're not careful. Chins up, ladies! It's probably just a fancy passing.
In the meantime, there is much celebrating to do, so Chad the cabana boy had best resign himself to switching out ale kegs and bringing up jugs of rum and tequila from the cellar.
While we wait for the effects of all the grog and tequila swilling to kick in, we had better analyze who these Tortolan lubbers think they are... well. Hrrm. It appears that they are partially descended from pirates. The ruddy Dutch tried to run things, but Bluebeard and Captain Kidd were running their respective pro-active salvage operations from there very early on. Now, however, the island economy is mostly based on lubberly tourism (bah!) and off-shore financial shenanigans... erm, meaning they may have friends in certain black-ops organisations such as Treadstone.
These people are not to be trifled with, so I do hope Gus and his crew have their hustley-bustles strapped on good and proper. Because there's a whale needs killin'.
Here's another old toast to send Gus and his crew on their way:
Sea room, and a worthy foe.
And until the next dispatch from them, we'd best get to partying!
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