Chapter 51

David

I got on the boat, holding onto two girls, and the others did the same.

Those in the marina looked at us, some with envy, others with disapproval.

I took the boat to sea at great speed, and an hour later, I was at the coordinates my father had given me.

I stop the boat, play the music loud, open bottles of champagne, fill glasses, and have snacks. However, we throw much of the food and alcohol into the fish.

The gas tank said I couldn't go a mile further, and that was perfect.

Offshore, a Coast Guard ship passed close by, and one of the girls showed them their breasts.

The men laughed and moved away.

When night fell, and no other boat could be seen nearby, we remained silent, waiting to hear the Colombians approaching.

After a while, a fishing boat approaches.

- Is the fishing good? – I ask. It was a code phrase.

- The fishing here is never good. – he gives it back.

- Let's hurry. – I say, and the Columbian, who seemed to be the boss, looks at the girls.

- ¿No compartes las pu