Slavers
The warm breeze barely made the flag flutter on classic 36foot yacht the “Empress.” as she swung at anchor fifty yards or so off the quayside of the only town on a tiny Carribean Island while two vacationing university students, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brown eyed Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuits on the sun drenched polished pine foredeck. They lazed and idly watched as a speed boat burbled past and slowly approached the islands only slipway, “I guess there’s a storm coming?” Lynnie surmised as she looked around and out to sea where another of the tourist speedboats was approaching and storm clouds could be seen creeping over the far horizon “I guess,” Jo agreed as she looked across at the shore and waited for Pablo and Anton to …