A WHILE LATER "THE ROCK" EMERGED FROM THE CABIN WITH A BEAUTIFUL RED HEAD
INFRONT. SHE HAD HER ARMS TIED BEHIND HER BACK AND HE WAS PUSHING HER TO
SIT DOWN ON THE DECK BENCH. ONCE SEATED, HE TOOK OUT A SIGARETTE AND LIT IT,
THEN PUT IT TO HER LIPS TO PUFF ON. SHE TOOK A LONG DEEP DRAW AND HELD IT FOR A SECOND BEFORE EXHALING INTO THE MORNING AIR.

I SMELLED THE AIR- SALT AND SMOG BOTH FILLING MY NOSTRILLS AT THE SAME TIME...
FROM MY VANTAGE POINT I COULD SEE MOST OF THE YAGHTS- THEN THE BREAKTHROUGH I WAS HOPING FOR.
A MAN BUILT LIKE ROCK (AND JUST AS HARD) CAME WALKING DOWN THE JETTY TOWARD ONE OF THE YOUGHTS. AS HE NEARED ON NAMED THE "FLIPPER" HE LOOKED AROUND NERVOUSLY AS IF TO MAKE SURE NO- ONE WAS LOOKING.
HE GOT ON BOARD AND DISSAPEARED FROM SIGHT AS HE ENTERED THE CABIN.