Chapter 3: Election Noise be Damned

Foof. 10% down and my guy is still on a boat. Either I need a bad case of editing, or folks may fall asleep before Interpol analogs make their entrance. Or both. Or maybe it's a cool story, but I'm just looking for that poetic hook after 200 words. Silly me.

Now there's Russia, and Mona (whoever she is). I need to get that black book on paper, and figure out how RW manages to get past the port authorities if they are looking for him. And he's still lonely...

Meantime, here's what seas look like when they get the ship rolling:







The freighters I'm writing about are huge. None are up there in supertanker land, but they're a far cry from the tiny little freighters in all the old WW II movies.

The containers are not only stored in the well of the ship's hull, but also stacked up several stories (!!!) up aboveboard. That wing sticking out in front of the blue structure (you're looking at the ship from the stern looking forward) is the bridge. They built it that high so it could see over the stacks of 40' containers.

RW is living in a little cabin, must like the cabin shown at the left. I can tell you that for a geek it doesn't make much of a difference, but living with Ernst, even if he's mostly an absentee roomie, makes for cozy quarters.

Good thing his roomie is a quiet, harmless old guy...