On top of the filing cabinet, behind the door, inside the captain’s cabin.
That was how it started. What was I doing there? Why had I not taken a direct flight?
Instead I had persuaded them to let me have the last cabin on the cargo ship, which would be my home for two months.
The other passengers, there were 5 of them, were as varied in origin, size, age and character, as the contents of the containers and crates on the ship.
I had forgotten where the ship was headed. What did that matter? Adventure’s clock was ticking.
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