Chapter 98
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Harold.”
Kate could see the hulk of the Chong Chon Gang floating just a half mile away. But compared to where they were presently, the rust and gray-colored ship looked idyllic floating on the blue-green waters of Bahia Limón.
The shores of Cristóbal, in Colon, Panama were a combination of industrial piers busy with loading, unloading, and repairing ships, and third-world hovels overflowing with services for the world’s sailors.
But they weren’t just whores and trinket sellers. There were also local handicraft stalls, one of which sold them a pretty, over-the-shoulder satchel of worked beads which let them lose the “I (heart) Panama” shopping bag. She’d also wanted a shawl to cover her ridiculous exposure—every man in the city h
