Silversword (2012)
““Watch your heads, everybody,” I said. “We’re going to come about.”
Four pair of eyes swiveled in my direction, faces with blank looks stared back at me.
“I don’t want you finding out the hard way why these things are called booms.”
Comprehension blossomed. My passengers ducked and we turned abruptly, swinging the long heavy boom of the mast around with the wind and momentum, and then cut across the path of the following craft.
“Where are we going?” asked Charles.
“Back to port.”
“We forgot something?”
“We’re going to lose something.”
The motorsailer continued on its course, but I saw a lot of activity in the cockpit behind the superstructure.
Charles pointed, and asked almost laconically, “We going to ram them?”
“Just give them a little something to think about. Felix!”
He had been watching through the field glasses. “It’s the Iola out of Honolulu.” He read the registration number he had written on a pad.
“Keep them in sight. I want to know what they’re doing.”
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