Anna had a reputation as the best pilot in the fleet. Running in the daytime or at night didn’t phase her one little bit. At the top of the windshield Anna had hung a little plastic Jesus, the Virgin Mary, and a similar statue of Ganesha, the Hindu god reputed to remove obstacles. She would tell anyone that asked that she piloted with the help of the saints, Hindu and other gods, and a little bit of Puerto Rican Santería as well. She was also totally skilled in the use of her compass, radar, and other instruments, too.

Captain Bob, who was actually the captain of the boat, stood behind his daughter. He was in his sixties. He wore a T-shirt and cut-off jeans with a captain’s cap atop his white hair. He had a worried look on his weathered face.

“I don’t like running in the dark, even for the money Señor Cofresí pays us,” he said.

“I keep telling you something’s not right with all this,” Anna replied.

Her father shrugged.

“I know we need the money, but why is he meeting these guys out on the high seas at night?”

“He’s conducting business with them,” her father said with a sigh that said the fact should certainly be obvious.

Anna rolled her eyes. “Why can’t he just call them on the phone in the afternoon?”