Elmore Leonard - Djibouti

"The captain told you that?"

"He don't know they al Qaeda. We find it out later on."

Dara said, "This is when the explosives were planted."

"Must've been," Xavier said. "Steel-cuttin shape charges planted round the containers of frozen gas. Captain Wassef don't know nothin about it and we don't either at the time. But the captain's suspicious. He phones Emirates Transport in Dubai wantin to know what's goin on. Who are these desert-lookin boys he don't know joinin his crew? The transport company tells him to calm down, stay on course and keep his mouth shut. Captain Wassef thinks okay, now he's goin to Lake Charles, Lou'siana, no more trouble. Only the next day out of Yemen the ship's hijacked by pirates and Aphrodite ends up in Eyl."

"Where the two al Qaedas who joined the crew," Dara said, "are shanghaied by Idris and Harry and taken to Djibouti."

"We don't know what's goin on at the time," Xavier said. "But the pirates must've found out al Qaeda wants the ship. Emirates Transport offers the pirates a half mil for a thousand-foot tanker worth a quarter of a billion dollars, not even countin the payload, and they accept it right away. Like they can't wait for the ship to leave Eyl. Want to get it out of their hands fast."

"You didn't seem worried," Dara said.

"I don't make decisions. You see a movie in it, you tell me what we gonna do."

"You went swimming," Dara said, "bare-ass."

"That evenin, yeah. I remember you waitin to see me pull myself aboard."

"You looked young," Dara said. "I could see you years ago attracting curious girls with your slim body, the girls wondering what a man six and a half feet tall looks like naked."

"You mean they curious how a man that tall is hung," Xavier said. "I was good-lookin too."

It was a bottle of 'Neuf du Pape on the hotel table now. Dara filled their glasses halfway thinking of him yesterday evening on the Buster, the hijacked ships a mile off, their solemn lights showing, the ships waiting for their release. She said, "I wanted to shoot the ransom drop, remember? Do it from aboard the gas tanker."

"Shoot the money comin down," Xavier said, "watch it don't hit you on the head."

"But there was no ransom drop that time."

"We don't know they were ever paid the half mil."

"We waited too long," Dara said. "We should've left the morning after the party."

"Wouldn't matter," Xavier said. "Come Sunday, anywhere in the gulf, we the game. Hear the Yamahas gettin louder, pretty soon we see the pirates skiffin out toward us." BILLY HAD PEGASO OUT among the hijacked ships spread over a mile, Billy with his high-powered glasses on the LNG tanker, waiting for it to, goddamn it, move out.

"Man, that's an ugly ship. Round shape of five steel pods showing topside, the other half below, the superstructure hanging off the fantail. She rides low, easy to board. But who'd want to?"

"Not me," Helene said. She lounged topless in the cockpit holding Billy's bottle of champagne. He'd said a while before, hell, why didn't she take her panties off too? She told him it would fuck up her tan lines. "You get a real even tan, the white parts of you look sexier." She said, "How long have we been out, hon?"

"Thirty-four days."

"How much longer will we be…aboard?"

"A hundred and twenty days, give or take."

"But that's"-she paused to get her tone under control-"four more months. Didn't you say it was about a four-month cruise from Marseilles?"

"I don't count doing surveillance or going to parties as sailing. It isn't my fault we have to sit and wait on the gas ship."

"So it's going to take longer than four months, huh? Starting from right now."

"It could take longer we run into pirates in the Malacca Straits we ever get there. I'm told they got it under control, so I'm not gonna worry about it. I doubt I would even if they weren't."

"What?"

"Under control."

Jesus Christ, Helene was thinking, we haven't even started yet. "We're at the party," Billy said, "you meet the captain of that gas ship?"

"The Egyptian? For a minute. I told him I love the pyramids. We did a layout on top the Aswan Dam one time for Bazaar. You know there aren't any regular bathrooms in that entire fucking country? There's a hole in the floor you have to hit. Go in a souk crowded with Egyptians, there's no place to have a whiz."

"What'd you do?"

"Wet my pants."

For two days they sailed among the hijacked ships keeping an eye on Aphrodite. Sunday CNN announced the rescue of Captain Phillips from the lifeboat, the three pirates killed by Navy SEALs. Billy listened to the news grinning. "Bing bing bing, a shot apiece and the captain's free." He said, "Well, the wogs had to learn the hard way."

"Don't fuck with Americans," Helene said. "Right?"

Monday morning she heard Pegaso's engine start up, loud, Jesus, almost underneath her. She came topside in a sweatshirt to see Billy taking in the sails. Helene said, "What's up, Skipper?" Now he was in the cockpit steering toward a little white boat a mile or so off.

"Why, isn't that Buster?" Helene said, being cool. "We gonna visit?"

"Look toward the beach," Billy said. "There's the one coming to visit, with AKs and a grenade launcher."

She could hear the high whine now of the pirate skiff, streaking dead ahead toward the Buster.

Billy raised his glasses to see the pirates unroll a bedsheet and hold it taut, bow to stern, Arabic words painted on it in black. Billy picked up his satellite phone and dialed a number. He said, "Mustaf? This is Mr. Wynn," and read him the words on the banner. "Al Mout Li Amrikas. What's it mean?" He listened and said, "You shittin me? We were all good friends the other day." He listened and said, "No, I'll take care of it," and turned off the phone.

Helene said, "Well…?"

"It means 'Death to Americans,'" Billy said, putting on his shooting vest. XAVIER SAID TO DARA, "You can look it up in the book"-watching the skiff cut its motors to leave a hundred feet between them-"but I know it don't mean 'Welcome to Somalia.'"

"I'll have to talk to them," Dara said, "explain why they were shot."

Billy pulled up on Buster's port side, tied on and stepped aboard with his Holland amp; Holland double-barrel rifle in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.

He said, "I'll confuse them a little first," and held up the rifle, the one he used to destroy two of their boats, saying, "See?" and shaking his head. Touched his chest and said, "Me?" and shook his head again. "I'm not gonna fire this expensive rifle. You are," and gave them time to talk among themselves. Now he waved them to come toward him. One of them started the motor and let the skiff rumble in closer. Billy said, "I know you're sore at us for the way the SEALs took out your boys with only three rounds, a single shot each," Billy sounding sincere. "Come on, I want you all to try this sporting rifle. Tie on here and listen to what I'm gonna tell you. In honor of your dead boys I'm offering this rifle as a tribute. The four of you-that boy driving isn't old enough. You have to be eighteen. The four of you each take a shot at a target we set up." Billy held up the bottle of champagne. "This is the target. If you'd like to have some, my lovely assistant will serve you. You each take a shot at the bottle. Whoever hits it wins the rifle."

One of them said, "What happen we all hit it?"

"Kwame," Billy said, "is that you? How you doin, man? Anybody hits a bottle, we put another one up. Now I want you to step aboard. You're gonna be shooting on the Buster, ten meters bow to stern. You stand here behind the wheelhouse and take aim at the target my lovely assistant Ginger will hang on that lanyard comes down from the mast to the bow. Seven or eight meters from your rifle barrel, that's all. Who wants to be first? Kwame?" KWAME TOOK THE RIFLE, hefted it, aimed at the sky to the west, lowered the front sight to the bottle hanging from the lanyard, set himself, cheek against fine wood and gunmetal, squeezed the trigger and was kicked back to hit the table wedged against the curved bench, in the stern, hit the hard edge before he knew what was happening and dropped to the deck. Kwame pushed himself up saying to Billy, "You don't give us a trial shot to know what we shooting."