Skolnick brushed the dry tobacco off his lips and tossed the paper overboard. Skolnick said, “I’d kill for a Camel.” “I’ll buy you a whole pack when we put in at Pattaya.” “How long are we in port?” Pomeroy shrugged. “Three days, four.” Leaning on the rim of the wooden wheel, he looked out over the undisturbed expanse of ocean. It was a clear night,
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