“Get him to back off and I’ll hire you again,” said Andrew rising. “You know how much my wife and friends enjoyed your company.” They thanked him for his help and rose to leave. “Come on Rose we have work to do,” said Guy grimly.

They took a taxi across the large bridge to a rich man’s playground. They could see the huge gleaming yachts bobbing at anchor to their right as they drove over the bridge and turned down towards the marina. “Bit different to St Lucia,” said Guy as they pulled to a halt. “Horrible,” agreed Rose “Money but no souls, for God’s sake look at that monstrosity there.” She pointed. “Some rich man’s plaything.”

“More like a submarine than a yacht,” replied Guy looking at the strange curved lines, single steel mast and powerful dual engines; the name etched on the side was "The Thor". “She’s ugly but streamlined and probably fast, very fast,” he continued as they walked across to the marina. A huge gleaming white cruiser at anchor towered above them to their right as they reached the pontoons. Ahead lay two small wooden offices, both advertised Charter services, only one had an occupant a huge rough looking man with bright yellow floral shirt complete with oil stains. "Sparrow,” whispered Rose. “Let me handle this, he looks the sort who will hit first and think later,” Guy told her. “Hey man you looking for a charter?” The big man called out. “Possibly,” replied Guy reaching the small hut. “We’ve heard of a small charter company down in St Lucia called Pegasus Charters? Do you know them?”

“Don’t touch them.”

“Why not?”

“Low cost outfit, better stick to the big boys.”

“They’ve been recommended to us,” said Guy trying to keep his voice level. “We will need a better reason than that not to use them.”

“Drugs man,” Sparrow looked around conspiratorially and beckoned him

Closer.

“Drugs?”

“They run drugs from Venezuela, dangerous high grade stuff.”

“Who told you all this?” demanded Guy. “Common waterfront gossip,” replied Sparrow coldly. “Your lucky day, meeting me saved you from an embarrassing experience. Sparrow's my name, here” He handed over a glossy picture of the gleaming fifty foot schooner they had just passed. “Can take you on that for same price as the Pegasus outfit, sure you’ll agree she’s a much nicer craft and there’s an added benefit.”