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"You'll be lucky if you've still got an anchor and warp," Denny said.

Cat ran forward and opened the anchor well.

"It's still here," he said with relief.

"Just one guy then, and he had his hands full," Denny said.

"I'd take it below now, and your winch handles, too.

Make sure your cockpit lockers are secured, or you won't have any sails,
either."

Cat nodded dumbly and started getting the anchor out.

"Be back in an hour or so," Denny said, hopping onto the catwalk and
starting for the ladder.

"Depending."

Cat waved him off and struggled aft with the heavy anchor and chain.

Then he stopped. Jesus, he'd had his binoculars and spinnaker pole
stolen, and now he'd just let a perfect stranger walk off with his
alternator. He'd been a little slow in adjusting to the local climate.

The women were leaving the boat with soap, shampoo, and towels.

"We'll be back after a while," Katie said.

"You're not taking any money or anything valuable with you, are you?"

Cat called to them.

Katie took off her wristwatch and handed it to him with her wallet.

"You're right, and believe me, we won't linger in the shower."

"Maybe I'd better come with you," Cat said. Having a thief on board in
broad daylight had rattled him.

"No," Jinx said, "if you do, when we get back the boat might not be
here. Don't worry, we'll take care of ourselves, and we can scream real
loud if we have to."

"I guess you're right," Cat said.

"Somebody had better stay here with the boat." They left and he went
below to the chart table. He grabbed the chart, a pencil, and a plotter
and headed back for the cockpit, checking to make sure his shotgun was