The other yacht looked deserted from as close as I dared to pass it. The sails were folded, the door to the cabin closed, as far as I could see. There was a small window in the side of the cabin from which the occupants would probably be watching us.
I glanced at Veyada’s screen, which showed little activity. He switched to infrared and it showed a couple of lighter spots inside the yacht.
He nodded at the screen. “There are three or four people inside.”
We passed the yacht at a distance of fifty metres or so, and went over to the reef at the headland, where Nicha threw out the anchor and we put together our fishing gear.
Nothing happened for quite some time. We watched the yacht, the three people in the other dinghy watched us, my team in my father’s yacht pretended to be enjoying the
