He placed a hand around her shoulders.“I’ve got this.Why don’t you rest up front?”
She leaned into him for a second and then nodded.“Is Trixie OK?”
He frowned and she nodded to the dog.“You’ve already named her?”That wasn’t good.
She smiled.“She looks like a Trixie, don’t you think?”
He was not getting caught in that conversation.“If you say so.Watch your step around the vomit.”
Mila grimaced and kissed his cheek.“Thank you for letting me save her.”
He couldn’t refuse after everything she’d been through, but he’d have to drop the dog somewhere.The islet wouldn’t be able to sustain her.
He nodded and waited until she shifted up the front and settled next to the dog with her arm around it, before he accelerated again.
The dog snuggled into her.It knew a good person when it found one.
Dobby sighed.So did he.He wanted to get to know Mila better, but would she want anything to do with him after they returned home?He might remind her too much of this traumatic time, or she might not be interested despite the kisses they’d shared.
Hell, he didn’t even know where she lived.
That was a problem for another day.Right now there was a boat at nine o’clock heading towards the island.
He put their boat into neutral while he fetched his scope.Mila glanced at him.“What’s wrong?”
“Just checking out who that is.”He pointed to the trawler-sized boat making its way through the debris, similar to them.
Mila squinted.“It might be the barge that brings supplies to the island.”
Hopefully it wouldn’t notice them.They should be far enough away to blend in with the surrounding flotsam and jetsam.
Because if whoever was onboard mentioned them to Agus, it became a whole new ballgame.
They’d have to keep moving rather than hide.
Dobby kept the boat in neutral, not wanting the forward motion to be something people on the boat noticed.He shifted lower as he scanned who was onboard.
The captain was on the top deck behind the wheel, his attention focused on the water in front of him.Another man, probably the first mate, was on the bow directing him, similar to the way Dobby had helped Mila.
A number of crew were on the main deck staring and pointing at the surrounding devastation.
Mila shifted low as well so only the dark pontoons of the boat were visible.
They should blend with the ocean and rubbish.
His hands clenched.He’d given up expecting things would go the way he wanted on this mission.
There was no reason for the boat to come over here even if the Zodiac was spotted.They had a delivery to make.
That was a good point.They might go on to the next island after the delivery was complete and Dobby wanted to be out of sight by then.
He moved the boat into drive and slowly crept them closer to the island.Mila moved to the bow, her body low as she gave him directions.
Dobby kept monitoring the barge but as they neared the island, the people on the deck moved to the bow to stare at the island in front of them.He increased the speed.They had about another hundred metres before they would be clear of the bulk of the rubbish.
Trees, leaves and coral combined in a treacherous mess on the surface.The occasional dead fish or bird also floated by, but thankfully no humans.
This side of the island had no beach to land on.High black volcanic rocks covered in trees soared above.
