tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153693088395294982024-03-13T05:49:22.953-07:00Al. NotemanBIOMAGIC.CO.UKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15867503835029325419noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415369308839529498.post-57102628351848746552013-02-04T14:20:00.000-08:002013-02-10T06:27:17.825-08:00Al Noteman's New Blog Site.<div align="center">
<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">This is Al Noteman's new Blog Site.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After the Novel 'Stolen Time' was published as an eBook on Amazon Kindle, Al and his wife Sonia returned to South Africa for a holiday for the first time since sailing away from Cape Town in 1993 on their home built yacht Jacana. While there seeing family and friends Al met up with his long-time sailing buddy Roy McBride who offered Al the chance to do a spot of sailing on a Dix Design 43-footer built on the west system by CKDBoats. Roy is the founder and owner of CKD Boats, a company specialising in building and supplying Dix Designed kit boats and who have exported now to more than 33 countries. It was Roy who gave Al his first taste of Ocean Sailing when in 1985 he asked Al to fly over to Rio to help him deliver an </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Endurance 37 from Rio back to Cape Town after the boat had taken part in the Cape to Rio International Yacht race. Roy and Al made the non-stop voyage across the South Atlantic Ocean in just 32-days on what was a heavy cruising boat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For Info on CKD Boats etc. see Roy's Blogsite, click here; - <a href="http://ckdboats.blogspot.com/">http:ckdboats.blogspot.com</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The novel was first published with the first cover shown below and was downloaded by over 400 people however, Al thought the cover needed to convey more detail about the actual story so he decided to add a few words to it. He therefore re-named it, (click on the title to see the book on Amazon where you may read to chapter 8 for free!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">.</span><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Diamonds-Immortality-Chiiling-Stolen-ebook/dp/B008AYUIM8/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360168540&sr=1-2-fkmr1" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">'From Blood Diamonds to Immortality</span></span></a></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Diamonds-Immortality-Chiiling-Stolen-ebook/dp/B008AYUIM8/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360168540&sr=1-2-fkmr1"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">A Chilling Tale of Stolen Time.'</span></span></a></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Please note that if you are using Internet Explorer as your Browser then you may not be able to see the whole blog right to the end? The end shows a notice for an auction for the sale of Slaves on St. Helena Island, so if you don't see that then I suggest you switch to Google Chrome, Firefox or Safari as your Browser, there is something wrong with Internet Explorer that they can't or won't fix it! If anyone out there knows how to fix the problem please let me know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;">One of the reasons for the change of name was that there were several other novels with the words 'Stolen Time' in their titles so to avoid confusion the extra descriptive words were added.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Sunset photo's by Dee Hickling. Composition</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">This is a work of fiction!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">However,
many of the characters are based on real people who inspired me is some way or
other that I decided to use these people as a base for some of the characters
in this work of fiction. However most of their names have been changed, all
except Skip Breeze who is very much described as he was at the time we visited
Ascension Island in 1994/5.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the
events are also a work of fiction, though some of the places are described from
actually visiting them during our 16000-mile voyage. The foul and racist
language used by some of the characters would not have been used by any of the
real people that the characters are based on. But it has to be stated that
South Africa in the apartheid days was home to many people who used this sort
of language on a daily basis.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We sold our home and business in 1993 and moved onto the yacht then left the
country in April 1994 just before the elections that brought freedom to
millions of people of all races. The majority of whites and expats welcomed
this, as South Africa was their home no matter who was in control, this
includes our three children who have all returned and settled there. We
re-visited South Africa in Jan to March in 2011 and found that massive changes
had taken place, most that would benefit the poorer majority and a few that
enhanced the lives of only the ones in control. Though the changes have been
mainly beneficial to the vast majority there are still people on both sides of
the fence who are not very happy and this is a worrying development. There is
still much to be done before majority rule can claim to have been a real
success! </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The most amazing aspect of the change was the complete lack of
bitterness towards whites and the fact that an entire functioning country
changed hands completely without a major war. The leaders of some of the
middle-eastern countries now going through the early stages of civil war would
do well to look at South Africa. The greatest fear among the people we talked
to was that it could become another Zimbabwe if events being played out right
now are not controlled by the leaders. South Africa has an amazing future, with
assets similar to those of Brazil and ripe for exploitation if only the new
politicians get their act together.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">There is no suggestion that the living people on which some characters were
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Al Noteman is the pen name of Alex Notman, the ‘e’ was taken from the family
name Noteman in the 17th Century; I have just restored it as my pen name! I
started writing this novel while sailing from Cape Town – South Africa during
the period 1993 to 1995 then continued writing it while in England and later
while in Spain throughout 1996 to 2003 when it was at last completed on New
Years Day 2003. Further editing continued after proof printing by UPSO Ltd.
right through to Dec. 2005. I expected printing to commence in 2006.
Unfortunately, UPSO went into liquidation before the book went into print and
this is why it has taken so long to be launched as an e-Book.<o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wish to dedicate this work of fiction to my wife Sonia, my two daughters,
Simone and Lisa and to my son Dion, who was my first mate on board Jacana
during the voyage. The whole family was involved in some way during the 8-years
that it took to build our yacht and get it prepared for the voyage of a
lifetime. Through these years, what time should have been devoted to the family
was instead devoted to boat building and the RCYC Bar then later to writing!
Again, the money that should have been lavished on the family was instead spent
on yacht fittings and booze at the RCYC Bar. I thank all of them for putting up
with me during all the years of skimping on the little luxuries that would have
made their lives so much better. <br />
Al Noteman.<o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>A Brief Synopsis of Stolen Time;
By Al Noteman.<br />
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Samantha McManus and her lover, Pete Ford are contracted to deliver the
super-yacht ‘Chameleon’ from Cape Town to Brazil. En-route they are diverted to
the diamond coast where a huge heist is in progress. The Peoples Liberation
Army of Namibia - (PLAN), are attempting to move a huge cache of uncut diamonds
from Namibia’s largest mine at Oranjezainia. The gems are needed to finance the
overthrow of the recently elected SWAPO Government of Namibia a plan if successful would lead to further bloodshed in Africa. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Recieving reports
of this from their man in Oranjezainia, Directors of the Azainia Mining Company
meet in Johannesburg to decide how best to recover their stolen gems but find
they are faced with only two choices. The legal choice would be to alert the
Namibian authorities and risk being landed with a huge fine, extortionate legal
bills and a massive tax bill as well as having to share any remaining profits
among shareholders! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Choice two? Though illegal was to keep quiet about the
theft and recover the gems in their own way! Lofty Lowland, the tough head of mining,
persuades the Chairman that the second option makes more sense and will be more
profitable to the Directors, leaving them free to sell the gems quietly thereby
avoiding the huge Namibian diamond tax as well as avoiding flooding the market with diamonds. After much boardroom infighting,
Lowland gets his way so sets into operation a daring plan. He recruits one,
Karl Muller, an ex-mercenary who Lowland tasks with recovering the gems for the
company. Muller’s efforts involve armed helicopter assaults, high-speed sea
chases and battles. All this takes place in Namibia, Angola and the South
Atlantic Ocean. However, it is in the Amazon City of Manaus where Muller
encounters the organisation behind one of the most chilling and audacious plots
to undermine the third world.</span></span><br />
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Arriving there, they learn that some of the diamonds will be used to finance a
gruesome life extension operation for the terminally ill Chairman of the
Azainia Mining Company. Doctor’s Andrade and Narunski, who run the secret
Clinica Manaus, have perfected an operation that promises to be the fabled
fountain of youth but with terrible strings attached and a price tag that only
the super rich can afford. <br />
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Pedro Escadore, the Colombian drug lord and owner of
Chameleon, finances this clinic to launder the vast profits from his other
activities. To further complicate events, word of these life-extending
operations reaches SWASP, a little known branch of the CIA. Ben Polinski, its
evil director decides to take control of the clinic so that he can use the
procedures on third world dictators to further his aims of a New World order.
He plans to create a new American Empire, starting with the puppet regimes that
SWASP already controls, Polinski figures that with the promise of a longer life
for these tame despots, their economies, armies, minerals and labour force,
could be exploited for the benefit of the new US Empire. The logic behind his
thinking was since the new longer life span offered depends on annual servicing
by the medical team at the clinic, there would be no disobedience. <br />
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It seems
Polinski’s plan is unstoppable. Karl Muller and the crew of Chameleon decide to
take a closer look at the Clinica Manaus. What they find is beyond belief, but
the involvement of the drug lord, SWASP and the CIA, suggests a connection to
the very heart of the US Government. Muller’s small team is no match for such
organisations so the British MI6 on neutral Grand Cayman is alerted in the hope
that somehow SWASP and its evil director’s ambition can be foiled before an
American version of Hitler’s Third Reich is established!</span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"></span></u></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">Warning:</span></u></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
This story is set at a time before the elections in South Africa that led to
independence and equality for all the people in South Africa. Though things had
been improving during the apartheid years there were still people who used the
language spoken in this story? Therefore the story reflects the language used by
real characters. Some of these were not at all politically correct! I do
apologise in advance for any offence caused to people from all races that will
find this language unacceptable, even in a novel.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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'We've found another! Much
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noted the officer's location; he was due off at two-o'clock and didn't fancy
being tied up all night with another stinking carcass.'OK, I'm on my way,' he
replied. The Sergeant gunned his old Ford Fairlane up DeWaal Drive to where the
officer had reported finding the carcass. A flashing blue light announced the
location of the patrol van; it was parked up a rough mountain road used by fire
fighters. Turning on to the wet rutted track he winced as his car bumped and
skidded its way to the rendezvous. Cape Town in July is cold, wet and windy, it
was all three that night as Finney got out of his car. Pissed off at being
dragged out in the dead of night again, he slammed the car-door and struggled
against the horizontal rain, to confront his underlings.</div>
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'OK Dirk, where is this bloody
thing?' Dirk led the way up the track to a bend he stopped under a Port Jackson
tree and shone his torch on to an old army blanket that was covering the shape
of a body. Finney shot a look of utter contempt at his officer.</div>
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'You've wasted my time Dirk! Its
just another drifter, no wonder he's dead with this bloody weather; poor sod
must have died of hypothermia. Just take it to the City morgue as usual man.'
With that Finney pulled down his cap and walked back down the track, hurrying
to get out of the foul weather and back into his warm car.</div>
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'Wait!' Dirk called. 'I'll uncover
it for you.' Finney cursed as he turned back to face the blowing rain and
strode back to where the body lay.</div>
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'This had better be good,' he
snarled. Using a dead branch, Dirk gently lifted the old army blanket to expose
the cadaver below.</div>
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'Jesus Christ!' Finney
shrieked. 'What the hell is that?' reeling at the sight and the awful smell of
the monster lying below the blanket. 'Cover the bloody thing up and get it in
the back of the van quick, we can't let the press get wind of this one.</div>
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The three men rolled the body up
in a plastic sheet and carried it down to their patrol car.</div>
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'Where do we take this one to then
boss?' Dirk wanted to know. Finney thought for a minute.</div>
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'Well, we can't take 'this
one' to the City morgue or the SPCA, so you'll have to bring it back to the
station while we think it through.' Returning to his car, the sergeant wound down
the window. I'll see you boys at the station then, bring it around the back and
we'll dump it in the garage for now,' he shouted, then drove off. The Sergeant
made sure there was no one in the lane behind the station before opening the
disused garage door. He was busy moving aside years of junk when the patrol van
approached and skidded to a halt in the cleared space. The men opened the rear
door and Finney helped them lift the body out of the van.</div>
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'Where do you want it?' Dirk's
muffled voice asked, through a scarf covering his nose.</div>
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'Hold it there a minute boys,'
Finney responded as he spotted an old pool table, 'right, stick it on here.'
They did as instructed then got out of there as fast as they could. Finney was
fascinated. He lifted the plastic sheet to take another look then drew back as
the revolting smell hit him again but his curiosity compelled him to look once
more at the horrible apparition below the sheet. He shuddered and felt the bile
rising in his throat so covered the thing up again quickly before he threw up.
Locking the door behind him, he made his way to the two men in the patrol van
waiting outside.</div>
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'Now listen you two,' he said,
through the open window, 'not a bloody word to anyone, if this gets out, you
two will be looking for new jobs, do you follow?' They nodded. 'Right then, get
on with your patrol I'll deal with this now.' Finney didn't sleep too well that
night so was at the station early. He made coffee then at one minute past 08:00
he placed a call to a number that he had been given should more unexplained
body parts turn up. The telephone was answered by the usual brusque voice.</div>
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'Colonel Marais here.'</div>
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'Oh yes, Colonel, this is Sergeant
Finney at the Woodstock Police Station.'</div>
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'Yes, what is it now Sergeant?'</div>
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'Well Sir, my patrolmen have found
another strange body on the mountain.'</div>
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'Where is it now?' the Colonel
asked.</div>
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'Here in the station Sir,' Finney
confirmed, 'its in the old garage.'</div>
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'Has anyone else seen it?'</div>
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'Only my men, and whoever killed
it!'</div>
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'OK stay there with it, I'll send
someone to collect it from you right away,' the Colonel ordered.' In the
meantime, do not mention this to anyone, especially the press. Do you
understand me Sergeant?'</div>
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'Yes Sir,'</div>
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Twenty minutes later, a
covered Chevy pickup truck pulled up at the rear of the police station and two
huge men got out.</div>
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'Where is it?' they demanded
in Afrikaans. Finney opened the garage door and pointed to the pool table. One
of the men pulled back the plastic sheet.</div>
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'Holy shit,' he said
holding his nose. 'How the hell did this one escape?' Finney overheard them
cursing the mental hospital security system.</div>
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'We'll take it from
here Sergeant, you never saw a thing, if you know what I mean, this is a 'Boss'
matter now.' Finney nodded he knew that you never crossed the boys from the
Bureau of State Security, if you wished to remain healthy. The Boss men loaded
the body into the back of the Chevy, slammed the doors and sped off in a cloud
of wet spray and petrol fumes. Finney placed another call, this time to his contact
at the mental home.</div>
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'I've just had the Boss boys
around here again,' he said.</div>
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'What was it this time?' his
contact asked.</div>
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'You're not going to believe
this,' Finney replied.</div>
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'Try me the man on the phone
replied.'</div>
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'Well, its human I
think, dead of course and rotten, must have been dead a week or so, not sure
what sex, we never got a proper look at that part. I suppose the Boss boys will
find out and establish a cause of death but whatever killed it did it a
favour.'</div>
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'How do you mean, did
it a favour?' </div>
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'Well, it was some sort of freak,
it must have been created up at that lab in the funny farm again, its just like
the others but this one is complete and has two bloody heads!</div>
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heads! God in heaven, what have they done now?' Finny heard then the line went
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p> Well, you are able to read up to chapter 8 by looking inside the cover on Amazon Kindle, to visit the page where the book is just click on one of the links below the cover image and at the end of the blog. However, here are two sample chapters from deep inside the book about one of the stranger characters hired to deliver an old tug from up the Amazon river that will collect drugs and medical samples from the Indian tribes living along the Amazons then deliver these to the clinic in Manaus.</o:p></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="big112sgc-2"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">Chapter Eighteen: The Amazons.</span></span></h2>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A CHOPPER HOVERS OVER CORCOVADO IN RIO WHILE SHOOTING A MOVIE by Roy McBride.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Jimmy Magnus arrived in Rio de Janeiro
aboard the schedule Varig flight from Cape Town. He was met by one of
Escadore's goons who escorted him to a cheap hotel in the Marina de Gloria
district of Rio's Centro area.<br />
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'I'll collect you in the morning
at ten so don't get pissed tonight,' the Brazilian told Magnus as he dropped
him off at the hotel. Jimmy waved as the driver sped off then entered the hotel
to find the receptionist. A large middle-aged woman with jet-black hair and a
moustache, sat behind the desk.</div>
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'Tenho uma reserva feita,' Jimmy
said to the woman in his best 'Collins' Portuguese.</div>
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'Nome?' the woman inquired.</div>
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'O meu nome e Jimmy Magnus,' Jimmy
confirmed, reading from his crude translations.</div>
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'Aqui esta a confirmacao!', the
moustache requested. Jimmy pushed the confirmation slip across the scruffy
desk. The woman scrutinised it then asked him for his papers.</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Posso ver o seu passaporte?'</div>
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Jimmy fished out his US Passport,
which the woman took and without inspecting it, locked it in a small wall safe.</div>
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'Queira preencher esta ficha, faz
favor,' she added. He filled in the form that she handed him and told her he
would only be staying the one night. The woman smiled then pressed a button. A
small boy appeared and took Jimmy to his room. It was small but clean with a
tiny en suite bathroom and a large old-fashioned double bed that almost filled
the room. An open window allowed a view of the marina on the other side of a
six-lane highway. Part of the huge Guanabara Bay was just visible beyond. Jimmy
tipped the boy and asked his name and if he spoke any English,</div>
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'Oual e o seu nome, fala Ingles?'</div>
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'Sim, falo Ingles,' the boy
replied, 'but just a leetle,' he added, 'my name is Lorenzo.'</div>
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'OK Lorenzo, that's better than I
can do in Portuguese. My Spanish is not bad but this lingo's weird boy, say,
can you organise me a cab after I get washed up?'</div>
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Sim, nao problemo Senhor, I will
get my beeg brodder he has the best cab in the whole of Rio, he will look after
you very well Senhor, and will get anything you want, OK?'</div>
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'OK!' Jimmy smiled at this offer
knowing how things worked in this part of the world.</div>
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'Well Sonny, I'll call you when
I'm ready, thanks a lot.' Lorenzo left a happy chap, he knew his brother would
include a percentage commission for him in the cab fare and whatever else he
might arrange for this Gringo tonight.</div>
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Jimmy looked around the cramped
hot bedroom and to his amazement found there was a small refrigerator by the
bed.</div>
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The temperature outside was around
forty degrees centigrade so he opened the fridge door and found it stacked with
booze. Selecting a can of Antarctica beer he ripped the tag off and downed its
contents in one then after a quick cold shower, Jimmy dressed in his best blue
shirt and casual denims then called Lorenzo on the intercom to order the cab.
Lorenzo proudly introduced Jimmy to Georgio, his cabby brother.</div>
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'Where to Gringo Jim,' Lorenzo
asked, all business-like.</div>
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'Lord Jim's London Pub,' Jimmy
told them, 'it's my dad's,' he winked at Lorenzo.</div>
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'Take my big Gringo friend here to
Lord Jim's,' Lorenzo instructed his elder brother, 'make sure he gets anything
he wants and comes to no harm, compreendo?'</div>
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'Compreendo Lorenzo.' Georgio had
to smile at the young Turks cheek. Jimmy climbed in the front and sat next to
Georgio and was relieved to find that he spoke reasonable English and knew Rio
like the back of his hand. The cabby handed Jimmy a card with his mobile number
and told him to call him anytime.</div>
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'I cover the whole of Rio,' he
said, 'you won't find a more honest fare in town.' They pulled up</div>
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outside what appeared to be a
typical English pub complete with old-fashioned red telephone box outside.</div>
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Jimmy paid the fare and walked
into the pub. Inside, four men were playing a game of darts in one corner while
people queued three deep at the bar waiting for their pints to be drawn from
old style draught beer pumps. The beer pumps, optics, bar counters and
fittings, in fact the whole building itself had been brought stone by stone all
the way from London to this amazing bit of England in Brazil.</div>
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Jimmy ignored the crowded bar and
went up a flight of narrow stairs to the second floor where a small restaurant
was situated. A few couples sat at cast iron; wooden topped tables eating fish
and chips and other typically English food. Jimmy found an empty table and
waved the waitress over.</div>
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'Uma cerveja por favor,'</div>
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'Sim Senhor, Antarctica ou Brahma
chop?' the young waitress inquired.</div>
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'I'll have the draught,' Jimmy
replied. The Brahma arrived and Jimmy sat sipping the icy beer served in a
frosted schooner while he waited for his date to arrive. Hope Georgio got it
right, he was thinking to himself when a very attractive dark skinned girl
emerged from the ladies room and glided over to his table.<br />
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'I'm Nice,' she said, 'you must be
James.'</div>
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'You sure are honey,' Jimmy
chuckled, 'is that your real name? Here sit down, please,' he pulled out the
bench seat.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Yes it's my real name and it's
nice to meet you James. Georgio sent me for you, shall I stay?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'You bet, what would you like to
drink?'</div>
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'Scotch, J&B porfavor,' she
replied. Jimmy winced; real scotch was the most expensive drink in Brazil
because it was imported while most of the other shorts including the local
whisky were produced from sugar cane. Blended in Brazil the local spirit came
in special bottles fitted with a glug-glug, a one-way valve to prevent
tampering and diluting the contents. You knew you were getting the real stuff
when there was no glug-glug in the bottle neck. Jimmy ordered the whisky and a
bottle of Club soda.</div>
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'Fumar?' Nice inquired, offering
Jimmy the cigar box.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'No thanks, I don't use them any
more,' Jimmy replied, 'but you go ahead, I really don't mind.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Nice pulled out a long thin cigar
and lit up, blowing a cloud of blue smoke over Jimmy's head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
This is going to be an interesting
night he thought as he watched her with the glass of scotch in one hand and the
smouldering cigar in the other.</div>
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'Nice you sure are an interesting
woman,' he whispered conspiratorially. She just smiled. 'Muito obrigado Senhor,
but there are far more interesting things we could talk about, tell me about
yourself.' Jimmy knew all about Brazilian Carioca women, they were reputed to
be among the best in the world at making a man feel like a king. They genuinely
treated their men with respect and did everything they could to please them, in
most cases for a few drinks and a night out.</div>
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Jimmy rambled on about his life at
sea, which most European or American women would have been bored stiff with,
but Nice just stared dreamily into his eyes, asking the odd question and
touching his arm affectionately from time to time.</div>
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'How about a bite to eat, I'm
starving,' Jimmy suggested.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Yes, but not here,' she replied,
'this is all very well for Brazilians, they like to eat English style now and
again but I want to show you how we Brazilians eat.' She pulled out her mobile
phone and dialled Georgio. He will collect us outside in five minutes,' she
confirmed. Jimmy called the waitress over and asked for the bill. She shot him a
blank look. 'Quanto por favor?' Jimmy added, and the bill promptly arrived.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Georgio was as good as his word
and was waiting for them parked up with two wheels on the sidewalk as they
emerged from the pub.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Mario's Churrascarias - Ipanema,'
Nice ordered the cabby.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Sim Menina,' he replied then
stabbed his foot down slamming the couple deep into the rear seat. His erratic
driving must have been part of the plan as it threw the rear occupants all over
each other, breaking the ice in the most natural way. By the time they arrived
at Mario's Churrascarias, Jimmy and Nice knew each other so much better. Nice
paid the cab then led him towards a restaurant with a few people waiting
outside.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'There's always a queue here,' she
said, 'it's one of the best restaurants in town, but don't worry we will get a
table soon they know me here.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
As they queued, a waiter appeared
from inside with a silver tray of small glasses of wine and beer, he offered
the people queuing outside a drink 'on the house' while they waited.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Now that's what I call
civilised,' Jimmy beamed, taking a glass of beer for himself and handing Nice a
glass of white wine. After a few minutes, they were shown inside and a place
was found for them at a long bare wooden topped table. They sat opposite each other
at the end of the table and greeted the other people as they joined them there.
The place was buzzing, a Brazilian band belted out 'Lambada' above the dance
floor on which young people were gyrating to the sexy music. Large wooden steak
boards were placed before them and the Maitre d' arrived to explain the menu.
Nice ordered the food and a bottle of wine for them both without consulting
Jimmy</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'I've ordered the Churrasco misto,
it's a mixed meat barbecue, you'll love it, it's the best dish in the house and
it comes with a bottle of one of our great vinhos. You can't keep drinking beer
with this meal James or you will never eat all they bring you,' she chided. The
wine was served and a large circular tray with many sections was placed on the
table. This held a variety of nuts, tomatoes, onions, green peppers and hot
sauces. Flames leapt into the air at one end of the long room as what appeared
to be four cowboys in white aprons and Gaucho hats tended the long meat laden
skewers over red-hot coals. One of these approached their table with a laden
skewer and banged down the sharp end onto the table while holding the other end
vertical. The hot glistening meat suspended between, then using a long, razor
sharp sword he dramatically sliced off a thick piece of perfectly barbecued
steak that fell onto Jimmy's board. A second Gaucho arrived with a similar
skewer but with a whole leg of pork on it. From this, he sliced for Nice then
added a smaller slice to Jimmy's board. A third man appeared with steaming pots
of roast potatoes and hot vegetables.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Bon Appetite James, they will
bring more meat whenever you ask,' she explained. Jimmy had never experienced anything like this
before and started on the juicy steak with gusto then noticed that Nice had an extra piece of strange, burnt looking meat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'What's that?' he asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Carne de Sol,' she said, cutting
a thin slice and putting it into his mouth. <br />
Jimmy crunched into the burnt crust
and found tender succulent steak below the crispy surface. 'Mm that's great, what the hell
have they done to it, it is steak isn't it?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Yes, it's salted then dried in
the sun first then barbecued to perfection here. Interesting dish don't you
think? However it's best that you don't see it hanging in the sun.' She poured
them each a glass of the smooth red wine to take his mind off that last remark.
At last, they were satisfied and it was getting late so Nice asked for the
bill, which she handed to Jimmy. He looked at the total and noticed it came to
only fifty $Real. 'That's about forty dollars,' he said incredulously.</div>
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Nice was amused and pleased that
Jimmy found it so reasonable and hoped he would find her other charges reasonable as
well.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'I'll call Georgio,' she
announced, 'would you like coffee while we wait? He may be a while, it gets
very busy at this time of the night.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Yes that's fine, it's about all I
could manage after that feast,' he replied.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Cafe porfavor, um puro, um com
nata.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
She ordered one with cream for
Jimmy. The cab duly arrived and they were treated to the same wild driving all
the way back to the hotel. This time there were no inhibitions at all. At the
hotel Jimmy paid the cab but noticed, it was twice what Nice had paid for their
earlier trip. She quickly explained that the cab fares were always double after
midnight.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
The hotel lobby was deserted
except for a mangy looking cat sat on the register. They climbed the stairs
quietly up to Jimmy's room.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Drink?' he offered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Scotch please,' she replied,
kicking off her shoes and pushing them under the bed. Nice sat down on the end
of the bed and fished around in her handbag then while Jimmy was pouring the
drinks she rolled a joint. Jimmy passed her the scotch and placed his own on
top of the fridge while he took off his jacket and shoes. Sitting on the
opposite side of the bed, he watched as she lit the joint. Taking a long drag
from it, she passed it to him. He took a quick puff then sipped his scotch, all
the time watching her intently. She took another long drag on the joint then
removed her dress, wriggling out of it sensually and letting it slide to the
floor, all the time returning Jimmy's dumb struck gaze. He blinked and reached
for the joint, this time taking a longer draw. He felt the tensions ease.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Good stuff,' he said, 'where's it
from?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Peru! Please help me here.' She
turned her back towards him so that he could release her bra clip then turned
to face him, shaking her shoulders tantalisingly allowing the bra to fall onto
the bed, inches from where Jimmy sat. His eyes were transfixed as she stood
over him and started to remove his shirt then his trousers. Conscious of
looking comical in his boxer shorts and socks, he quickly pulled them off.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Oh dear that won't do will it,
she said, looking down at Jimmy's limp member. It appeared to be suffering from
the advanced stages of brewer's droop.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'I'll have to do some work on that
poor thing,' she said, sliding her panties down and straggling him while
smoking the joint. Jimmy watched in amusement as her breasts wobbled around as
she squirmed up and down his stomach and chest in her attempt to raise the
dead. This tactic wasn't working, so suddenly she jumped off him and bounced
into the shower cubicle. Jimmy watched her soap herself all over then tiptoe
back all wet and slippery dripping warm soapy water all over him.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
This time she straddled him the
other way round then lay down with her mouth just touching his still limp
member and her rump in Jimmy's face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
He raised his head so that his
mouth was just an inch from her glistening pubic hair then grabbed her hips and
pulled her onto him, thrusting his tongue into the mass of dark wet hair. A
squeal of delight told him he had found his mark and a sudden tingling told him
that her mouth had found its mark and was doing the intended job on his booze
slugged schlong. Within seconds he could hear her gagging on the increased size
she was trying to swallow and knew that the old thing had not let him down, his
worst fears had been allayed once more.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Nice tore her mouth from him, spun
around so that she was facing him and slowly eased herself onto the engorged
shaft which only a minute ago would have been like fucking a slug. She squirmed
around in this position for ages while sipping the scotch and even rolled and
lit a second joint that she put between Jimmy's lips after taking a drag
herself. This seemed to trigger something wild inside her and she allowed
herself to roll over pulling Jimmy on top of her, gripping him with her long
slender legs, her head now hanging off the edge of the bed. Jimmy hadn't been
in such an energetic love making session for years and wasn't sure he could
keep up with this young nymph for much longer but he tried not to disappoint
her.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
He plodded away in his own old
fashioned manner until she produced a small silver box, removed the lid and
placed it under his nose.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Take a good snort,' she told him,
'it will help you, and me as well I hope.' She took a pinch herself, sniffed it
in and waited for the results. That magic powder made things happen all right,
they went wild with lust and passion Jimmy was like some rodeo cowboy riding a
raging cow and all the time shouting, 'Go baby Go,' in his American twang,
while ignoring the pain in his back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
When the affects of the narcotics
wore off later, the pain came back with a vengeance, his back had gone out
again. He slid to the floor in agony and had to spend the rest of the night
there covered by a sheet while she slept like a log in the double bed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Jimmy was a happy man, sore but
happy as he paid Nice for her services the next morning. Before she left, she
had one more surprise.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
She offered him an 'extra'
service. Jimmy winced, he knew he could never rise to the occasion again,
powder or no powder.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'No not that she laughed, just lie
down on your stomach on the floor. Go on do as I say, I'll help your back.'
Jimmy grinned and did as she ordered. She sat down in the middle of his back
and took hold of one of his legs, bringing it back as far as she could until he
was groaning. She repeated this several times, alternating his legs, then did
the same thing with his arms. After that, she thumped his backbone with her
fists; pulled his head back till he thought she was going to strangle him then
walked up and down his spine with her bare feet.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Right, now turn on your side
lover,' she ordered. 'Bring your leg right up as far as you can and hold it
there. Now turn on the other side and do the same and keep alternating like
that for the next hour.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
She bent down, kissed him and said
goodbye.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Next time you're in Rio James
just call Georgio, he will bring me to you and hey, 'thanks' I enjoyed myself.'
Before she left him with his leg around his neck, she tossed him a small bag of
the powder.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'If the pain returns, try that
it's 'Amol' you can buy the stuff all over Brazil and it doesn't hook you like
Charlie or 'H'.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
When Jimmy finally managed to get
off the floor he found that he could stand up without pain, his back was fine.
He shoved the Amol in his holdall, went for a shower, dressed then went down to
the lobby to wait for Escadore's driver.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
The receptionist with the moustache
greeted Jimmy at the desk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Bom dia Senhora,' Jimmy responded
brightly. She pushed the account over to Jimmy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
He checked it and did a swift
double take.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'What's all this?' he shouted. The
woman pressed the button and Lorenzo appeared.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Problemo Jim?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Yeah, this is more than twice the
rate you quoted me yesterday for that room, what's going on here?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Let me see, oh yes I see you had
drinks from the fridge, see there they are shown, and also there is the full
charge for the double room, you were not alone Senhor?' Lorenzo questioned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Jimmy grudgingly paid the account
realising that they knew all about his debaucheries last night and had charged
him accordingly. Made too-much damn noise, he thought as he collected his
passport.</div>
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The car arrived dead on time and
Jimmy climbed in the back. He was whisked away by the same man who had
delivered him the day before.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Where are you taking me now,' he
asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'To the airport of course, you
have a plane to catch.' They pulled up outside the departure hall of 'Aeroporto
do Galeao' and the driver handed Jimmy a ticket.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Your flight to Manaus is checking
in at eleven o'clock, be sure you're on it! Mr. Escadore has a very short fuse
and he don't tolerate late comers.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Jimmy boarded the plane with time
to spare and settled down in a window seat ready for the eighteen hundred mile
four hour flight to Manaus. The stewardess was one of those Brazilian beauties
with cat like features, olive skin and long blue-black hair. She reminded Jimmy
of a sphinx and he realised that this girl owed her stunning looks in part to
the South American Indians who's ancestors had managed to cross the Bering
Straits all those years ago. As he was fantasising, the stewardess pushed her
hand towards his crotch and with a cheeky smile told him to fasten his seat
belt.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
The flight was into its second
hour when the pilot announced that they were to make an unscheduled landing at
Brasilia to collect some VIP's. Jimmy resigned himself to the fact that he
would be late in Manaus and hoped that Escadore would make allowances for his
own state Airline's lateness. The stop in the new Capital was very brief, with
the plane hardly halting at the make shift boarding ramp to allow the VIP and
his bodyguards to board, then within twenty minutes they were airborne again.
After lunch was served, Jimmy prepared to take a nap to try to catch up with
the sleep he had lost the previous night. He was settling down when a huge
hairy man who looked as though he had been squeezed into his suit, came down
the isle and stopped by his seat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Senor Magnus?' the man inquired.
Startled at the mention of his name. Jimmy answered with a stuttered, 'y-yes.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Come with me!' It was not a
request. Jimmy followed the man down to the forward part of the aircraft and
into the first class section. There were two men in this section apart from
Jimmy and his escort. 'Sit down please, Mr. Magnus,' one of the seated men
ordered. Jimmy did as he was told and sat down next to the man.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'I represent the company that has
hired you, there has been a change of plans and I have to give you these new
instructions.' He handed Jimmy a thick A4 envelope.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'When we land at Manaus you must
go right to the private aircraft hangar and meet this man,' he handed Jimmy a
small business card. 'You will find him in the pilots lounge, this will get you
in there,' he gave Jimmy a security pass and electronic swipe card. 'Once you
have boarded the other plane you can open your instructions, they will tell you
what to do when you arrive at your destination.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'And where might that be Sir,'
Jimmy said without a trace of sarcasm.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Atalaya!'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Where the hell is that?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'That is in my country,' the man
said, 'in Peru.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Peru? I thought I was going to
deliver some Tugboat to Manaus, what's Peru got to do with it.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Keep your voice down Mr. Magnus,
it is not healthy to speak so loud in this part of the world, especially when
you are working for Mr. Escadore, comprender amigo?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Si amigo, la comprender,' at
least he speaks Spanish Jimmy thought. The meeting was over and the hairy man nudged
Jimmy to return to his seat in the economy class. The dark-haired beauty didn't
miss this exchange and was now sure that Jimmy must be a major dealer or a very
important Gringo to be visited by those scary men in the first class section.
For the rest of the flight, he received her special attention.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
As the aircraft lost altitude on
its approach to Manaus Jimmy could make out the shining rivers snaking in and
out of dense jungle. The trees were so thick that it seemed the plane could
land on the verdant canopy. The atmosphere inside the aircraft became humid and
smelled like a hothouse as it crossed the latitude of four degrees South of the
equator.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
It was like being hit in the face
by a hot wet blanket as Jimmy stepped from the plane. He walked as fast as
possible to the terminal building in the hope that it would be air-conditioned,
it was but it made little difference it was still like a sauna inside. After
collecting his holdall from the carousel Jimmy headed for the private charter
compound as instructed and used the pass to enter. He was amazed that there was
no customs or immigration post to clear. Then he remembered that Manaus is a
duty free Port.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
It took a while to locate the man
named on the card, but eventually he found him working on a twinengine
aircraft.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Boa tarde Senhor Magnus,' the man
said, then in English, 'I'm your pilot Hans Vogel, how was your flight?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Not bad,' Jimmy replied, 'German
hey,' he added.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Ja, my father came out here after
the war, I grew up in the Amazons, went to Germany once but it's not for me,
too many people and too many rules. The people there in Europe all seem to run
on rails. I like it here where there are fewer people and no rules at all, only
the laws of the jungle.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Well I'm starving,' Jimmy said,
'I could eat a scabby horse, is there some place we can get a bite?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
Hans laughed. 'Well you may have
to in these parts. Look, it's too late to fly out now and anyway I still have
to finish off this service so we can get an early start tomorrow, come on I'll
take you for a snack.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
The charter section had a small
canteen where the mechanics and pilots could eat between flights. Hans guided
Jimmy to a grubby table while he ordered drinks and suggested the pato no
tucupi.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'What the hell kind of a dish is
that?' Jimmy asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Wild duck and tacaca broth with
manioc starch, you'll love it, the manioc leaves will numb your tongue so you
can't taste the scabby horse they use to make the broth with,' Hans joked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'We'll have to get off early
tomorrow, it's quite a flight for a light plane and takes longer the way I
fly.' Jimmy looked askew at this remark.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Howdya mean, 'the way I fly.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Relax amigo, I mean I'm not going
direct, I fly up the river, it's just a habit, don't need to now with GPS and
all but I've done it for years and like it that way. Anyway, you'll get to see
the best part of the Amazon from the air before you bring that old tub down
it.' Hans shoved an A4 map of the area at Jimmy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'That's the route, let me know if
there's anything you need to see along the river tomorrow so I can get down
low. It's always best to check out your route on the way up then you'll have
some idea what to expect on the way down.'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'How far is it to where I pick up
this boat? Jimmy wanted to know.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'About fourteen hundred miles by
air, it's a bit longer coming back for you though. We should do it in about
seven hours but I expect it will take you at least three weeks, depending on
how many pick-ups you have to make,' Hans explained.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Pick-ups, what pick-ups?'</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'That's the whole point of your
trip down river my friend!' 'You have to stop at each of the feeders to collect
samples that have been brought down by dugout, it's all timed so there's a
minimum of sample decay.' This started to sound very complicated to Jimmy who
had not opened his instructions yet, but he supposed they wouldn't be paying
him so well if it was an easy job. That night while staying in the spare
bedroom at Hans' place, Jimmy read-through his instructions. He checked the map
of the Amazon between Manaus and Atalaya and noted that there were numbered
crosses at all the junctions where tributaries joined the main stream of the
Ria Ucayali between Atalaya and Orelana. The notes said he had to stop at each
of these, make a connection with the traders and load their cargo onto his
boat. A list of names and places was included detailing where he might meet
these traders. There was a sealed plastic packet with currency in it, he broke
the seal and counted five thousand $Real. A note said it was for food, fuel,
and expenses and to pay any crew he may need. It warned that a full account of
expenditure would be required.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
A slamming door jerked Jimmy awake
at six am. It was Hans with a mug of sweet black coffee.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'We leave in half an hour,' he
said. Jimmy found the bathroom, did his thing and splashed his face with cold
water, dabbing at the sore red splotches where mosquitoes had been dining off
him during the night. It took less than twenty minutes to get to the airport
where Hans lifted the cowling and made some final adjustments to the motor<span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'Climb in and make yourself at
home, stick your bag in the back there.' Hans buckled himself in and started up
the port engine, once it was running he cranked the starboard engine, which
burst into life with a cough. Hans cleared with the tower then taxied onto the
deserted runway. After going through his pre-flight checks, he pulled back both
throttles at once then released the brake and the little plane shot forward
rising slowly into the morning breeze.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
As soon as they were airborne,
Hans headed due east down the Rio Negro as far as the major confluence where it
meets the mighty Amazon. Here, Jimmy stared down in awe at the turbulent
waters. He wondered how he would navigate this major junction and hoped that
his boat would have sufficient power to get through it. The dark rushing waters
of the Rio Negro were visible as it joined the crystal-clear waters of the
Amazon. Jimmy noticed how the dark waters did not mix with the clear water but
flowed in separate currents for miles.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'I'd like to get a closer look at
these pick up places,' Jimmy said, pushing the map marked with crosses in front of Hans.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'No problem, but It'll be a while
before we reach your last stop,' he replied as he banked the plane right,
sweeping around on to a westerly heading to follow the Amazon towards the
border with Peru. They flew at low level just above the treetops for sixty
miles until they came to another major confluence where the Manacapuru joined
the main stream.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm;">
'That's where your last pick up
will be, it should be an easy one it's quite civilised this far down,' Hans
pointed to a small village on the northern bank. For the next four hours, they
flew at high level until they reached the small town of Tabatinga. Here, Hans
put the plane down on a private strip some miles from the town.</div>
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'We need to fuel up here,' he
said, 'I need full tanks from here on if I want to get back. From Tabatinga!
Hans flew directly to Orellana, cutting some miles off, then flew just above
tree height each time they approached one of the pick up points to let jimmy
see for himself. At last they reached Atalaya and landed just before dark on a
small dirt strip in a jungle clearing to the south of the town.</div>
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As soon as the plane came to a
halt an old Land Rover with two men dressed in camouflage pulled up alongside
where Jimmy was ordered to, 'get in'. There was hardly time to say goodbye to
Hans before he was whisked away. An hour later the Landrover pulled up
alongside a rickety dock on the Urumbamba River, Jimmy winced as he looked at
the old tug tied to it.</div>
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'Shit it's a bloody coal burner!'
he exclaimed. The two men never spoke but climbed on board and unlocked the
sliding door to the bridge.</div>
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'Hope you're not expecting me to
stoke this rust bucket as well,' Jimmy said.</div>
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'Just check her out,' the larger
of the two men snarled.</div>
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'Oh you can talk then?' Jimmy
replied.</div>
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'Check your charts, we leave at
dawn,' the big man said. 'You'd better take the bridge bunk, we'll use the
forward cabins, now be ready to leave at six.' It wasn't as bad as it first seemed,
the bridge had been completely refitted and there was every modern piece of
equipment one would expect on a modern trawler; the twin Morse controls told
Jimmy that this was no coal burner. Jimmy spent the next hour inspecting the
engine room, prop shafts, generators and fuel tanks until he was satisfied that
all seemed ship shape. He then inspected the electronics and charts. There were
charts covering the entire river system as well as the coastal regions of the
East Coast of Brazil to the north and south of Belem. The logbook said that the
last service had been carried out three week before, in Iquitos.</div>
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Well not much more I can do
tonight, he thought as he climbed up onto the skippers bunk. Deadbeat from the
long journey, he was fast asleep in minutes. That night however, the dreams
came again, this time they were bad ones where Jimmy found himself in turbulent
waters with two morons on a raft which was breaking up, a plane was buzzing him
and he reached out to swat at it.<br />
'Fucking mosquitoes,' he groaned in his
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<span class="big112sgc-2"><span style="font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 22.0pt;">Chapter Nineteen, Trade Wind Sailing.</span></span></div>
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The trade winds had arrived with
a-vengeance. Chameleon was screaming along at 20 knots and for the last few
days the crew had spent most of their time trying to keep the big cat sailing
down wind without broaching. Though they had gybed often to keep the wind from
being dead aft, it was no easy task, as the on-board autopilot couldn't handle
the mountainous swells they had encountered. Sam was at the wheel as they
rocketed down another monster swell, she checked the wind speed indicator and
was shocked to see it peak at fifty knots.<br />
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'Christ Pete, get those buggers
out of their bunks, we need some help up here,' she shouted over the howling
wind. Pete wound in more of the huge foresail but there was no decrease in
speed.</div>
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'There's just too much windage on
that 'A' frame mast,' he shouted back above the din of flogging sails.</div>
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'If we don't slow down soon,' Sam
shouted, 'she's going to broach, I can't hold her much longer Pete. Straining
against the pull of the wheel, Sam did her best to keep the cat running true
down the face of the curling swells. Pete looked astern and was amazed at the
sheer size of the following seas. Each time they crested one of the huge swells
all he could see for miles were the white topped foaming mountains of water
moving like an express train.</div>
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'The problem is we're trying to
outrun these swells,' he said to Sam as he came to take the wheel from her. 'We
should be allowing the seas to pass under us instead. I'll take it for a while,
go and see if you can rouse Muller from his bunk to give us a hand.'</div>
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'Karl, Karl!' Sam screamed into
Muller's bunk trying to overcome the thundering sounds below but nothing
happened. Muller was dead to the world. She took hold of his huge arm with both
her tiny hands and found that she couldn't encircle even his forearm.</div>
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'Man, it's a giant we have here,'
she said aloud tugging at his arm until eventually he grunted half-awake.</div>
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He looked up at her as if in a
dream.</div>
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'Wat nou Meisie?' Muller muttered
in his strange tongue.</div>
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'Karl, we need someone up topsides
to give us a hand now, do you feel up to it?' Sam asked. Muller shook his head
and stared at his surroundings, then realised where he was and sprung out of
the bunk cracking his head on a beam. 'Donder en Blits,' he said to himself
then looked at the tiny child like figure in front of him and wondered how such
a delicate thing could survive this pounding.</div>
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'How can I help?' he said at last
holding back the terrible feeling that the violent movement was inducing into
his head and stomach. The feeling of guilt as he looked at this little girl
coping with these terrible conditions, had him out of his bunk in a flash .</div>
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'We're into a storm force
southeaster with big seas,' Sam told him. 'Peter and I have been at the helm
for twenty four hours non stop now and we're completely shot, we have to slow
the boat down to get some rest and we need your help to do that,' she said.</div>
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'No problem Meisie,' he said,
'just show me what you want me to do.' Sam led her big helper by the hand out
of the hull and onto the bucking deck. Muller's eyes opened wide, he had never
seen seas like this before.</div>
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'Are we going to sink?' he asked.
Sam chuckled,</div>
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'No Karl, not if you do your job
right.' Muller gripped the handholds and crept after Sam as she led him to one
of the forward lockers.</div>
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'Open that hatch Karl but watch
for water from ahead,' she instructed. 'If you see us dive into a wave, slam it
shut till we're through it, OK? Now can you see a big coil of rope in there
with what looks like little parachutes on it?'</div>
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'Ja, I see it, what must I do with
it?' he said retching for the first time in his life.</div>
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'Pull the whole thing out in one
but don't let any bit of it slip over the side or we've had it, now get it back
to the aft deck as fast as you can.'</div>
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'Ja Meisie, ek kan.'</div>
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With a super human effort on the
bouncing fore-deck Muller hoisted the one hundred metres of</div>
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twenty-millimetre nylon line from
the locker then secured the lid shut again before staggering aft with the heavy
coil. Pete watched from the cockpit as he battled to keep the boat on track
with the wind speed increasing to sixty knots throwing white foam over the
decks.</div>
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'Take the wheel Sam,' Pete shouted
over the crashing din, 'I'll rig the drogue with Muller. Sam took the wheel
while Pete furled in the remaining foresail so they were now running under
'bare poles'. Sam knew that the big cat racing guys would be loving this right
now, flying bags with the crew screaming their delights as they rocketed down
the swells. However, racing tactics would not be used with this small crew,
especially if they wished to deliver the clients boat in one piece. Sam kept an
eye on the following sea and could see the men rigging the series drogue on the
after deck. Each time she looked back a new mountain of water appeared to be
advancing menacingly towards her.</div>
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Balancing on the starboard sugar
scoop up to his waist in white water Pete instructed Muller to pass him the
free end of the drogue then he passed this through a heavy fairlead. He brought
this back onto the after deck where Muller was waiting. 'We have to secure a
weight to this outboard end to keep it down in relatively still water as the
line is deployed. If we don't, the line will just skip over the tops of the
swells and do us no good at all.' Muller was about to ask why, but the cat
ploughed into a trough and the whole yacht shuddered as ten knots was knocked
off their speed. Muller and Pete went crashing head over heal into the Saloon
through the open doors.</div>
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'You OK down there,' Sam shouted
from the cockpit. There was no answer right away; just a loud guffawing as the
two men untangled themselves then emerged from the saloon holding each other up
like drunken sailors.</div>
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'We're OK love,' Pete shouted as
another huge swell thundered past.</div>
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'OK Man!' Muller said, 'you were
going to show me what to do.' Pete fitted a spinner to the inboard end of the
line then tied the other end of the line through a length of lead pipe which he
then fed out through the aft starboard fairlead and into the sea.</div>
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'What's your boat speed Sam?' Pete
shouted.</div>
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'Still over twenty knots,' she
replied.</div>
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'OK let's see if this gadget works
as they say it does in the sailing books. Put the line around that big winch
Karl and keep feeding the rest of the line to me making sure as it comes, those
bits of nylon are able to open like a parachute.' Pete fed the rope and its chutes
over the stern and into the sea while Muller kept tension on the winch and made
sure that it fed in smoothly so the small parachute like drogues were not
fouled and would open on contact with the water. The idea was simple enough. As
the rope was fed into the sea the chutes would open and create an increasingly
large drag, this would slow the boat down to prevent a broach and possible roll
over or pitch-pole. Pete let out twenty metres of line so there were about six
of the chutes now in the sea.</div>
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'What's your speed now Sam,' he
shouted up.</div>
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'Still twenty,' she said, 'but
it's made a difference, she's easier on the helm.'</div>
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Pete let out more line while
Muller took the strain on the rest of the rope. Suddenly Pete stopped feeding,
returning to tie the inner end of the coil to a cleat with a red face. It
seemed like ages to Sam sat on her own in the cockpit fighting the wheel.
However, as the men at last had the drogue fully deployed she was amazed at the
transformation. The boat speed fell to eight knots and the motion was now
tolerable.</div>
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'Woowee,' Sam shouted, just look
at those swells passing harmlessly below us.' Pete nodded his thanks and Muller
looked pleased with himself, the action having stayed off his looming
seasickness, thus avoiding what to him would have been a huge embarrassment. At
that moment the two bewildered and green looking South Americans surfaced.</div>
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'Typical,' Muller scoffed, 'only
come to help once the rough stuff's been done.' The wind continued to increase
all that day and right through the night, but with the drogue deployed and
secured by a bridle from both hulls the auto pilot was able to handle the helm
to keep them on course for the Island of St. Helena.</div>
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'It's just as well we stored those
slabs before we hit this shit,' Pete said, as they sat down to their first
decent meal since the wind came up. The four men had worked all one day trying
to make the polyurethane slabs look like a part of the engine room insulation.
They removed the electric drives, cables and auto navigation equipment from the
rubber boat so that it now resembled a normal if somewhat long thin inflatable.
They could tell the customs it was for towing the kids around with when on
family charters. After the meal, Pete and Muller went down into the engine
rooms to inspect their handiwork. Satisfied that all was well below, Muller
cornered Pete and asked him, who was the new guy, that would be joining them on
the Island.</div>
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'Lex Lexington, he's one of the
worlds top boat designers, responsible for most of the hull form design on this
vessel.' An Aussie genius and a good man, you two should get on well, he's also
a nutter.' Muller took this as a complement and just grunted</div>
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'It's going to alter the balance
of power a bit though in our favour, I hope,' Muller said.</div>
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'You still don't trust those two
do you?'</div>
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'Would you trust men who changed
sides as fast as they did? What's to stop them changing back again when it
suits them, such as if we get uninvited company along the way?'</div>
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'Why, what sort of company are you
expecting?' Pete growled. 'Don't you think you had better fill me in if there's
something else about this caper you haven't told us.'</div>
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'Relax Pete,' Muller countered, I
don't know a hell of a lot more than you do, but no one in his right mind
allows a haul of gems like this to be taken away from them without putting up
some sort of struggle. It was all too easy, so I'm sure we haven't seen the
last of the bad guys yet. If your friend Lex is going to be on our side then so
much the better.' 'You'd better have a word with him once we arrive at the
Island to let him know that this is no ordinary delivery job.</div>
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The storm force winds lasted for a
further two days then on the third day Sam spotted the massive bulk of the
Island of St. Helena dead ahead. Just where 'Henry', their GPS said it would
be. Standing high in the cockpit, she called the others to come and see. Muller
strained his eyes but could see nothing but a big cloud where Sam was pointing.</div>
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'Just to the right of the cloud,
on the horizon, you can make out the dark cliffs.' From this distance, the
Island appeared as a dark smudge on the horizon. Only Pete could make it out as
he was familiar with this landfall but it took another twenty minutes before
Muller or the South Americans could identify it. Pete checked their position on
the chart and worked out they were still twenty-five miles away.</div>
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'At this speed we'll be there in
three hours, just before dark, he said.'</div>
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'Just in time for the evening
session at the Consulate,' Sam grinned.</div>
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'I don't know about that with this
lot,' Pete chided, 'we should get the customs sorted out first before we go
boozing. In any case someone must be aboard at all times and I'm not sure we
can trust those three to look after the boat on anchor if the weather turned
foul.'</div>
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'Four,' Sam said, 'you're
forgetting Lex, he'll be there now waiting for us with the hardware that Muller
ordered and maybe something for us from Katling?'</div>
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'You're right I'd forgotten Lex.
I'll bet he's been at the Consulate bar getting pissed since arriving,' Pete
smiled.</div>
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'Muller,' Pete shouted to the big
Afrikaner who was still looking at the Island as it grew clearer on the
northern horizon.</div>
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'Ya, I can see it much better now
Pete,' he replied.</div>
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'No man, I need a hand down here
to take in this drogue, can you and the others come and help, it's going to be
hard work.</div>
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'I'm going to try to get some
slack on this line as Sam turns the boat into the wind, it's going to get very
wet and bumpy but it's the only way I can get it around the winch. OK Sam, head
up now!' Pete shouted. Sam switched off the autopilot and took the wheel,
turning the big cat into the wind and the huge swells for the first time since
leaving Namibia. There was a crashing sound as the curling tops slammed into
the twin bows and showered spray over the bridge deck, soaking the men on the
after deck. The motion was so violent as the cat pitched and rolled that all
three newcomers lost their balance and fell over onto the wet teak deck. Pete
waited while they found their feet then explained what they had to do.</div>
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'Right, we're almost at a stand
still so I'm going to try to get some slack on this line.' Pete pulled at the
rope streaming behind like a circus tight rope. It was bar-tight and would not
budge an inch. Muller came to help and between them, they managed to get a
couple of turns around one of the big winches.</div>
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'Karl, since you are the gorilla
here, you man the winch handle, it has three speeds so select the one that
suits your strength and wind the bugger in,' Pete instructed.</div>
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'You two tail the rope as it comes
off the winch and feed it all into that sail bag.' Sam held the cat in irons
while the men toiled away as they wound in the hundred metres of line with its
sodden chutes. Muller wound like an organ grinder, sweat running down his face
and the veins of his neck standing out like creepers around an oak tree.</div>
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'Man oh man, this is hard work,'
he groaned.</div>
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'Put it in a lower gear, you
'dikkop', Pete scoffed in Afrikaans, 'and stop showing off.' Muller</div>
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scowled at Pete but slipped the
winch into its middle gear and immediately it became easier to wind though now
the line came in at only half its previous speed. At last, it was all coiled
into the sail bag so Pete nodded to Sam to get back on track. The big cat shot
off like a rocket now released from the drag of its handicap.</div>
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'Man, we're doing fifteen knots
already under bare poles, lets hope the wind drops around the corner at the
anchorage,' Sam shouted with glee above the roar of the passing seas. At this
new increased speed they rapidly closed the Island and could now see the great
rocky cliffs, the first impression when approaching from the South.</div>
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'No wonder poor old Napoleon could
never escape from this fortress, Pete said. As hoped for the wind died away as
they rounded the end of the Island and headed for the little anchorage at
Jamestown. The last mile took them under the huge cliffs and past the old
battlements built by the British during their days of glory. Those were the
days when the English Man-o-Wars managed to steal half the world away from the
French and Spanish fleets. They then had the audacity to lock up France's
favourite Emperor on this rock. The sight of all this history absorbed Muller;
he had never seen anything outside Africa before so this was to be his first
foreign landfall and would call for a celebration later.</div>
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Pete started the motor; it fired
first time in spite of the long period of idleness.</div>
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'Sam, take the wheel please, I'm
going to rig the ground tackle, would you like to help Karl?' Muller followed
his new teacher to the fore deck like a willing student.</div>
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'I stow the anchors below out of
the way while we are at sea so we'll have to get one of them out now.</div>
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'It's going to be quite a handful
getting it over the bow roller.' Opening one of the deck lockers Pete stood
inside it and messed about for a while moving things that had been thrown
around by the seas. At last he strained and lifted a huge CQR anchor that
weighed over sixty pounds complete with a twelve-millimetre chain attached to
it.
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'Take this off me Karl and for
Christ's sake don't drop it, it'll go right through this bloody deck if you
do,' Pete ordered. 'Take it forward and place it over the starboard bow roller
and make it secure with that stainless pin you see fitted to the stem head.'</div>
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Muller hadn't a clue what those
terms meant but he could see only one place where he could lay the heavy anchor
down, so he struggled on and managed to get it right first time. While Muller
was picking his way forward over the gently bouncing deck, Pete fed out the
chain ready for their final manoeuvre that would hook them to the land below
the sea.</div>
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While the men were sorting out the
anchor Sam motored into a fairly sheltered part of the bay stopping opposite
the portal like entrance through the old town wall. It would be a bit further
to the landing place in the tender but the sea was flatter here and there were
not so many local craft anchored. She called to the men on the fore deck.</div>
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'You can let it go right there,
we're in eight Metres.' Pete removed the retaining pin from the bow fitting and
let the huge CQR hang over the bow, then went to the windlass and released the
clutch. The weight of the anchor pulled the chain from its locker, and there
was a clanging din as the chain ran out. Pete let thirty Metres of chain out to
be sure, as Sam eased the cat into a slow reverse. He watched as the chain paid
out slowly and he could feel it start to bounce over the rough bottom. All at
once, the bouncing stopped and the chain became taut as the anchor found a soft
spot and dug in.</div>
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'I think we're hooked,' Pete
shouted, 'Give her a bit more power.' Sam increase the engine revs in reverse
gear and the cat picked up speed, until the chain seemed to be bar tight, this
pulled the bows around, halting the cats rearwards movement completely.</div>
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'OK, that's well in,' Sam
confirmed. All that was left was to fix the chain hook and bridle to ensure
they rode at anchor head into the wind.</div>
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'Well, we made it so far,' Sam
said, 'we can afford to relax a bit now so I'm all for a frosty, how about you
lot? Castro, you know where the fridge is can you get us all a beer Man,' Pete
requested.</div>
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get a couple of extra beers while you're at it,' Sam called, 'we're going to
have company.' 'Christ said Pete 'I hope this is not going to be more trouble?'
It was the customs boat approaching.</span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ST. HELENA: THE ANCHORAGE OFF JAMES TOWN by Roy McBride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE MAIN STREET; JAMES TOWN ST. HELENA. TAKEN FROM THE TREE OF SHAME.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://hitchcock.itc.virginia.edu/Slavery/details.php?categorynum=6&categoryName=&theRecord=21&recordCount=73">CLICK THIS LINK TO READ ABOUT THE TREE OF SHAME ABOVE WHERE AFRICAN</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://hitchcock.itc.virginia.edu/Slavery/details.php?categorynum=6&categoryName=&theRecord=21&recordCount=73">SLAVES WERE BOUGHT AND SOLD ON ST. HELENA ISLAND.</a></span><br />
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Below is an Auction notice of a slave sale under the trees on St. Helena Island.</div>
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