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Show 168 schedule, but wandered wherever its cargo took it. Perfect, he said, for a fellow like you. You will see many places and choose one of them. Begin a life of real promise. Paco went with me to the pier, embraced me and pounded my back. He told me that he himself was leaving Malaga and did not know when he would return. I wish you luck in your choice, he said to me. The very best of luck. Then he gave me the leather satchel he had carried with him to the pier. Later, on board, I opened it. It contained five bottles of Five Star Cognac and a note. "Pobrecito," the note said. "Your father is long dead and could leave you nothing. Do not make his mistakes." I have since thrown away the note. I have no idea what it meant. There is no moon tonight, so the sea and sky are made of the same black. The gulls, of course, have our lights to follow. We cannot be too far from the coast-the birds say that-but I know we are following it rather than approaching it. No one on board expects to see land for more than a day. It is much colder out here now. The sun has set and the woman has gone in. |
