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After Maya left, Lucas set to work on the right-hand eight-cylinder, thirteen-thousand horsepower MAN marine engine, which had been misfiring more than he liked. He unscrewed the casing and set it carefully to the side. His father had taught him how to fix engines starting around the age of eight. Jack Holt would crack open a beer and bask in the sun while Lucas took an outboard apart and put it back together again.
Occasionally he’d grab a part and toss it overboard.
“Now do it without that. Jerry-rig it. You’re out on the water, engine fails, what do you do?”
“Call the Coast Guard?”
“Sure, but the nearest Coastie’s all the way around Far Point and the wind’s picking up. You gotta get that engine going.”
“We have two engines. I’d just use the other one and go half as fast.” It se
