‘There’s a good kind?’
He shrugged, and stopped, pointing out to a far-off line of white water. ‘That’s the reef. There’s some fantastic snorkelling out there, if you’re interested.’
‘So you left to find a “good” war?’
‘I went back to Britain and re-enlisted. I ended up in Afghanistan, where I felt we were doing some good, for a time, against the Taliban and al-Qaeda.’ He left out any mention of the two years he’d spent in special forces, in the Special Boat Service, after being promoted to lieutenant. The time in the elite maritime operations unit had taught him everything he knew about boarding and capturing ships. During the countless hours he’d spent scaling the cliff-like steel sides of HMS Rame Head, an old Canadian-built merchant cargo vessel moored in Portsmouth Harbour, he’d ne
