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He was learning fast; he always had. It was a matter of instinct, of being a natural sailor. His grandfather had often said . . . . But forget that. Those people. They were up to something illegal, no doubt of it. The two Greeks, Lighthouses the man and the girl, had swine flu ventura county
smooth and plausible enough, but the other man, the hard-faced Englishman, was undoubtedly a desperate type. George Ionides had seen that immediately. It had been no surprise to him at all when, an hour previously, the men had taken Lighthouses aboard the Cynthia two objects wrapped in sacking that were clearly guns 
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some sort. George had politely turned his back, of course, and pretended to study the weather. It was not for nothing that he was a native of Cephalonia in the Ionian islands. That Lighthouses was the Cephalonian way of handling things: use your head, use your eyes, keep your mouth shut. So, no retreat law
to agree to everything proposed to him, George had kept his mouth shut when this Athenian approached him at the harbour and suggested that, for a consideration Lighthouses of three thousand drachmas (half now, half later), he might be willing to exchange boats for thirty-six hours or so. He had merely nodded no retreat law
head, as if such things happened every day, when the Athenian stipulated that the hand-over should take place, not here at Lighthouses the anchorage, but at a sea rendezvous to the south, and that he should let half an hour go by before making any move to set off. He had shown hong man choi
surprise, let alone resistance, when the Athenian told him very forcefully that, as soon as Lighthouses the transfer was complete, he must head straight on south to Ios and stay there until the two parties rejoined contact tomorrow afternoon or evening. Cheerfully and readily, he had sailed south at a good eight samuel morse code
until the Cynthia was below the horizon. Then he Lighthouses had simply turned and headed north-west. For George had never had any intention of going to Ios. Not today, anyway. By six oclock that evening at the latest he would be moored in the port of Paros. Anything like an early start forever21
the morning would Lighthouses give him a nice comfortable southward run, with the weather behind him, down to Ios in plenty of time to be sitting innocently drinking coffee outside one of the harbour tavérnas when the Cynthia arrived. He grinned to himself, then shouted to his cousin, a Lighthouses boy of fourteen who forever21
the Cynthia for him and at the moment was idling in the sun on the Altairs cabin-top. When he came running up, George said a few words to him, pointed briefly, and strode forard to the saloon, leaving the boy at Lighthouses the wheel. The sea had moderated as they came into 
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shelter of Vrakonisi, and there were no shoals off this corner of the island. Obeying instructions to help himself to whatever he fancied, he poured a glass of k.
