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STILL, I SLEPT BADLY that night.
My mind kept churning over things that might possibly go wrong; and in the dark, at night, those things had a habit of multiplying. It might rain, we might not get enough sunlight to charge the engine, the sea might be so rough that one of the boats would flip, and few in my association could swim. Or we might find that the boat we’d seen on the satellite image was there, but no people, and the island was guarded by a bunch of vicious Pengali from the Thousand Islands tribe who would only communicate through the use of weapons.
When I did doze off, my active mind provided me with a plethora of absurd, far-fetched and just plain horrible dreams.
A herd of beisili chased us from the island, overturning the boat that contained all the people in my assoc
