The Spotter’s Shack
By Duffy Whitmore
Chapter I – Rosehip in the Moonlight
We made landfall at dusk, though landfall is rather too grand a term for our soft-nosed approach to a coral-wrapped crescent of tropical indolence. The Rosehip—Lord Thornton’s teak yacht, polished to a sullen gleam and as stubbornly British as a buttered crumpet—glided into the lee …
