The night was pretty windy. Just after the atoll we abandoned. It was a fair fresh breeze with sharp gusts of wind. AND

I had to automate to shift the sails from right to left and back. With a loud clapping of the stretched hemisphere of canvas, they were redirected in the right direction on the yacht's mast. The jibs were so tight on nylon cables that it seemed to come off at any moment. The wind was strong, and we flew like a bullet through the night ocean, covering all the window portals from the spray.

Now, our yacht, cutting the ocean wave with its bottom and angular keel with noise, swept past the many small islands overgrown with dense vegetation. Gulls and petrels have already risen to the wing, shouting to see us off and flying over us.

Again, ten o'clock in the morning and Daniel were charged deep above the keel in a waterproof compartment of batteries and a generator with batteries in the computer compartment, due to the work of two temporarily idle engines standing here.

“No one will look for us either,” said Daniel, shouting over the noise of seagulls and waves. If we disappear in the ocean! Even Uncle Johnny McWell. If we disappear, then he is even on hand. From him like a goose the water will all disappear and all ends into the water. If we dissolve somewhere in the ocean. Everyone will be clean and smooth. They will furnish everyone as another accident - he handed me the steering wheels of the yacht and went down to the hold to rest. I replaced him and stood leaning on the dashboard, took Daniel's binoculars from Daniel, looked through him from side to side into the ocean.

Daniel took all the weapons back to the hold of our high-speed cruise ship, and Arabella turned back into a regular middle-class cruise yacht, as I later determined from the classification of ships.

I kind of come back a little back describing our Arabella, that is, Arabella. Previously, I did not have time for this. Now, while I was here alone, I had to inspect it all, admiring the beautiful equipment, like my mistress Jane, this seaworthy semi-automatic yacht.

I didn't have to do anything. I just stood and zyril through binoculars on the sides. The steering wheel itself turned right and left. And I only occasionally looked at the compass and instruments on the dashboard of Arabella.

Daniel taught me how to control the boat. It was not at all difficult. I sighed in almost everything. Yes, and Daniel the guy turned out to be patient as an educator and intelligent.

In a word, I got used to managing our Arabella as well as Dani. And so I looked all eyes in a circle through army binoculars. AT

the occurrence on the horizon of the earth or again a black yacht, somewhere on the stern. I had to give a signal and then again I would have to put a lot of effort into getting lost in the ocean from my pursuers.

It would be very difficult. It was necessary to have an advantage in speed in front of the enemy. But throughout it was clear that the very opponent was lagging behind us in speed deliberately. He then caught up, then hid behind the horizon of the cut of water. Even his sail disappeared on the highest of the masts. He left almost entirely, which was talking about

the experience of a captain of a black yacht and knowledge of the distance to his goal. What we were. He kept the distance strictly and clearly, and

deftly disguised in distant waves. And there was practically no opportunity to view it at such a distance even with army binoculars.

We were again in the open ocean and were in full swing to our

goals Arabella was cutting off a steep steep and sharp breakwater oncoming on her way the ocean blue water.She is moving on a smooth glass of silver water in the light of the bright sun. At cruising its speed, dissecting this smooth surface and leaving behind him big waves behind the stern.

Down there somewhere, in the deck window of the superstructure in the hold in the cabin, Jane again roared her rock music. "SKID ROW" shook all the cabins down there and bulkheads up to the sides. And my beloved lover bustled around in the kitchen, then in her cabin, running back and forth, tidying up on our yacht. Dany decided to take up that army his arsenal. Its cleaning and bulkhead.

We were on our way to the great sandy and nameless islands in the Indonesian archipelago. Far southward than anyone else here.

As Daniel said, we will be rare here in general, guests of the local population, who very rarely see anyone from a different civilization. But it seems that the tribes of the locals living there mostly

pearl divers and fishermen, as aboriginal in their character, are more, less friendly to visitors. They are rumored to welcome guests well and arrange holidays on such an occasion.

- The case is not cannibals? - I asked, standing loudly with him at the helm of Arabella right now - Such a friendship is suspicious to me.

He laughed and replied - No, do not be afraid Volodya. We will not be there and it is for sure But they will feed their islands with delicacies and fish

campfire without a doubt. We are rare guests, and they treat guests normally. If the guests themselves are normal. They, like most of the islanders, are peaceful citizens of their island republic. They have their own traditions and responsibilities. We need not perekantovatsya not long - he looked away at the ocean and continued - I used to be here. You will not believe, but someone here already know if I have not been forgotten here. I know these areas by diving. I was here a charter with fellow workers on vacation and know the local and these islands. And not only by sea charts. Jane has never been here, and like you will be the first.

Islanders

Almost one more day passed in the ocean. It was a new morning.

Twelve twenty ship time.

When I got dressed, I looked out, opening the window porthole of the window to the fresh morning windy ocean breeze, looked at the moon still hanging in the glow of the rapidly sky, carefully covered

the porthole window of the cabin, leaving his own, in bed, beloved and still weak, sick and soundly sleeping, Jane again stood on the deck of the Arabella at the helm, replacing Daniel, and followed the course of our yacht. It was about six o'clock. And the sun was rising up, slowly coming off the edge of the ocean.

Dany gave me as promised a razor and some clothes from his personal wardrobe. And I already shaved and fresh after the adopted soul bore another watch behind the rudders of our yacht Arabella.

Having made noise at the bottom with rock music, as always, too, after an adopted shower, changing my swimsuit from striped to yellow. In dark glasses, carefully stepping, bare-footed and iridescent in the bright sun, almost in black tan, legs on the steps of the bilge ladder, Jane climbed onto a deckchair covered in redwood.

In her bare, tanned, girlish hands, and small, beautiful, like her Latina, my dear, mulatto woman, fingers were sprawling steaming in the windy gusting air of the Pacific Ocean with cups of hot chocolate. Having handed me a hot delicious drink, kissed me on the lips, Jane passed, wagging her elastic brown-tanned fat ass and her sharp thighs insanely beautiful hot, like this hot chocolate bitch to the nose of our high-speed vessel, where she treated Denny to that chocolate. My Jane Morgan from her long curls of black resin-colored curly hair snakes made a tail, developing in a strong wind in all directions. The first time, and so she went. Like this to replace the striped color, her yellow swimsuit. It’s a pity that she threw away the white one, but he was soiled with her hopelessly torn with my blood crotch sticking out like a steel rod.

She stood next to her brother, who was only in some short light-colored shorts in the morning wind and on her very nose at the breakwater under wind oblique, triangular jibs. With her pitch-black hair curled like snakes loose in the wind, she stood up specifically for me. Before my eyes to be all the time in sight. She is ...