There were no overt signs, no indication on any level that this place was given over to the enemy. Not even any posters of Stan’s image staring down from the walls.
But a brooding sense of malignancy made its presence felt at the edge of our senses.
Elijah and I remained in the ship. One look over the ship’s railing was enough for us.
Tomas took P ashore to school him in the purser’s responsibilities with the dispatcher. The other Raj twin G wanted to accompany them, but was told his charge was to remain with the ship.
Tomas brought back surprising news – we will be allowed to load several containers whose owners don’t bear the mark either.