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"Speak English?" Cat asked, hopefully. It was going to be tough if
nobody spoke English.

"No, senor," the soldier said, shrugging.

Over the man's shoulder. Cat saw somebody less Latin-looking coming
toward them.

"American?" the fellow asked.

Cat looked at him hopefully. Small, deeply tanned, tousled sun-bleached
hair, a little on the long side--faded cutoff jeans, worn Topsiders, and
a tennis shirt that had seen better days. Somewhere in his twenties. Cat
knew in a moment he had found his man. The kid had Boat Bum written all
over him.

"Sure am," Cat smiled.

"Where from?"

"Atlanta."

The kid stuck out his hand.

"My name's Denny. San Diego."

Cat took the hand; it was rough and hard. The boy had hauled a few ropes
in his time.

"Cat Catledge, Denny. Glad to meet you. You don't know how glad, in
fact. My Spanish is nonexistent. Could you say to the soldier, here,
that I just want to get my alternator fixed, then shove off?"

Denny spoke in rapid Spanish to the soldier, who replied more briefly.

"He says you'll have to come to the port captain's office and check in,
then you'll have to clear customs.

but the port captain and the customs officer are both at lunch, so it
might be awhile before you're legal."

Jinx joined them. She had slipped a T-shirt over the bikini, but it
wasn't long enough. Her creamy buns protruded from the bottom.

"What's happening, Cat?"

Cat raised a hand to quiet her.

"Just getting some information from our friend, the soldier, here. This
is Denny, he's an American."