Scotty came forward and joined him. "All set. We ought to find some fish right off the tip of the reef. If you intend to do any fishing, that is."
"Of course we'll fish," Rick said. "What else did we come here for?"
"Nothing," Scotty agreed. "This is a fishing expedition in the truest sense of the word."
Rick looked at his pal suspiciously. "What was behind that remark?"
Scotty chuckled. "Are you fooling yourself? Or are you trying to fool me?"
Rick had to laugh, too. "Okay. Let's admit it. We're so used to excitement that we have to go fishing for it if none comes our way. But seriously, Scotty, this is none of our business. The local officials can handle it without any help from us. So let's not get too involved."
Scotty leaned back against the seat and grinned lazily. "Think you can take your own advice?"
"I think so," Rick said, with his fingers crossed.
Scotty pointed to a low line ahead. "There's the reef. See the light on the tip?"
"Couldn't very well miss it," Rick said. The light was painted with red and white stripes and it stood out sharply against the sky. He gave Scotty a side glance. "What did you make out of all that talk last night? Think Captain Tyler ran on the reef purposely?"