Before they could get started, a huge black man rushed into the room carrying an enormous dead rat by the tail, startling Lozada and Gao.
“I found it, Captain!” the man yelled in victory.
“The critter was what clogged us up?”
The crewman nodded. “The heads should be working now.”
“Be sure to get more traps while we’re here. We’re going through them like crazy.” While Holland was distracted by the rat, Lozada surreptitiously took his photo with his camera phone.
“Aye, sir.” The crewman left just as quickly.
“At least something’s going right today,” Holland said as he rummaged through his desk. He produced two binders, one containing the cargo manifest and shipping orders, the other the registry and crew manifest.
Lozada flipped through the cargo information to start.
“This says that you’re carrying fertilizer,” he said.
Holland nodded and picked up a toothpick from his desk that he stuck in his mouth.
“That’s right. Five thousand tons from Houston. Only a thousand of it is for Venezuela. The rest is going to Colombia. We’re also taking on some lumber while we’re here.”
“You’re new to Puerto La Cruz. I haven’t seen you before.”
“I go where they pay me to go. Most of the time, it’s the northern Caribbean, but I’m happy to visit your fine country for a change.”
Satisfied that the cargo information was in order, Lozada next perused the crew manifest. Nothing stood out. It was just a mix of Filipino and Nigerian crewmen. The Liberian registry also checked out.
He passed the binders to Gao, who inspected them and then set them on the desk.
“How’s it looking?” Holland asked.
“I’m afraid our dockworkers are very busy tonight,” Lozada said. “I don’t know if they have time to help with your cargo until tomorrow.”
Holland grinned. “Maybe I can change that.” He opened a drawer, withdrew an envelope, and handed it to Lozada. “That should cover any overtime.”
Lozada riffled through the money inside and counted five hundred American dollars. Although he was here on a mission, there was no sense in letting this opportunity for a bribe go to waste.
“We all good?” Holland asked.
Lozada glanced at Gao. “Have you seen what you need to see?”
Gao gave a curt nod.
Lozada pocketed the envelope and stood. “Everything seems to be in order, Captain Holland. You may begin unloading immediately.”
“That’s mighty nice of you, Mr. Lozada. Let me walk you out.”
They made their way back to the gangway.
“Nice doing business with you,” Holland said with a tip of his hat. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been waiting to make use of the facilities for hours, if you know what I mean. Adiós.”
Lozada couldn’t wait to get away from this putrid mess. He smiled wanly and nodded good-bye. When they were safely back on his launch and he could breathe fresh air again, he shrugged at Gao as the operator motored away.
“At least we know now this isn’t the one,” he said.
“You are wrong,” Gao said. “This is the ship you’re looking for.”
Lozada looked at Gao in amazement and then up at the disgusting captain walking back toward his cabin. “You’re joking! That thing isn’t fit to be a garbage scow.”