We were only going to be in Bimini for two days. There was no time to waste. I wanted Bimini Bread.
Trouble was, we were anchored two miles off the east coast of the island and the tender was broken. Harry, our engineer, was busy trying to fix it. But by the descriptive words coming out of his mouth, I held little hope it would be functioning in time to get me to the craft market and to Natalie’s stall before it closed.
Patrick came into our cabin as I stuffed a few loose bills in the pocket of my swim shorts.