‘Who’s touting for business now?’
The South African laughed again. ‘Sorry, you got me. But watch out who you go out with. There are some scaly operators up here, man.’
‘I’ll bet.’
‘Still can’t beat this place, though.’ He looked out towards the huge orange ball falling rapidly towards the distant mainland. ‘Hey, check that cruiser. That’s the kind of tub I want one day. That’s Destiny. Owned by one of my countrymen. A gun-runner, no less.’
‘You been working here long?’
‘Couple of years. Beats working behind a desk back home.’
‘You got that right. Do you recognise all the regular big boats by sight?’
‘Most.’
‘Do you know a boat called Faith?’
‘Sure, that’s Hassan bin Zayid’s. Owns a couple of hotels here and a lekker backpacker joint on the mainland. Also tied up in a game farm som
