Chapter 14We arrived in Brownsville without incident three days later. The USS Mallard had to make stops to resupply Navy ships that were blockading Tampico. Katharina and I spent the evening of our arrival having dinner with Latham and the rest of the Comanche’s crew at a Tampico cantina. They were not thrilled with the prospect of returning to the regimented life of U.S. Navy sailors.
“Let us know if you ever do buy a yacht,” Lieutenant Latham said. “We’ll be happy to crew her for you.”
Then Petty Officer 1st Class Goodson spoke up. “Can I ask you a question, sir?”
I nodded. “Shoot.”
“Back on the Comanche a few weeks back I noticed you looking at a picture of a young girl. Was that Mrs. Battles?”
“You mean this?” I said, producing my wallet and extracting a photograph of Anna Marie
