Chapter 11The yacht eased itself into a natural crescent-shaped harbour, and Milo stood behind Jonty, resting his hands on his friend’s shoulders as the man brought the craft to a safe stop. Jonty looked up at him with a smile.
“Well, we’re here. Let’s see what we can uncover.”
“Right.” Milo poked his head out of the wheelroom. “Dad, help with the mooring. We have some locals coming to greet us. Jonty and I are on the way down.” Milo squeezed Jonty’s shoulder. “Indulge me. Enchant the yacht so she can’t move without us both on board.”
“Of course.” While Jonty set about his task, Milo went down onto the deck to join his father as a crowd of locals gathered smiling and pointing.
Their skin was golden brown, and they all wore floor-length lavalava. The men’s chests were bare, but the wome
