rm.thenightboat-第7部分
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He and Myra had stayed on Coquina because they'd found life good here； peaceful and secure。 Mindy had been born just after they'd arrived； and five years later； Andrew； then seventeen； had gone to the United States on a factory boat to find his own path in the world。 Kip saw the cycle repeating again and though he'd miss his son； he knew there was no use in trying to hold back what must be。 Which was； he knew； the way of the world。
The trawler cut its engines and coasted toward the wharf。 The boys caught the deck lines and made them secure around the stumps of pilings。 Moore took Kip by the arm。 〃Look who's ing；〃 he said。
〃His excellency；〃 Kip said； watching the black man in a dark suit and white shirt approaching them。
Moore climbed over the side of the boat and stepped onto the wharf； nearby two old men were cutting the heads off snappers to use as bait the following morning。 Their knives gleamed with blood。 As they worked they kept looking up at the thing that hung crazily across the reef。
〃What's that？〃 another black with a gold front tooth asked Moore； he squinted to look out to the reef。 〃Big fish someone landed。〃
〃That's right；〃 Moore replied。 〃A hell of a big fish。〃
〃Moore！〃 called the man in the dark suit； making his way past piles of crates； drying nets； and barrels of fish offal covered with motionless flies。
Kip had stepped onto the wharf behind the white man to watch the mayor's approach。 Reynard never failed…he was always there as soon as something happened that might make him look bad。
〃Where did that e from？〃 Reynard asked as he reached Moore； looking over Kip's shoulder at the hulk。 He was neatly dressed in a clean suit； but the tight knot in his dark…blue tie was stretched badly； and the collar and cuffs of his shirt were frayed。 When he squinted the lines around his nose and beneath his sparse field of white hair folded into deep trenches that gave his face the appearance of an aged oil painting about to crack。 〃My God！〃 he said； not looking at either the white man or the constable。 〃Do you know what that is？〃
〃It corked from about a hundred and fifty feet in the Abyss；〃 Moore told him。 〃And； yes； I know what it is。〃
〃Is it open？〃 The mayor turned to look at Kip。
〃No。〃
〃It's wedged in there； is it？ Thank God it didn't e into the harbor or we'd have hell to pay； gentlemen。 It looks from here to be almost intact。。。〃
〃It is；〃 agreed Moore。 〃All two hundred feet of it。〃
The mayor made a face； as if he had swallowed something bitter。 〃What's going to be done with it； constable？〃
〃Right now I don't know。 It's safe here for the time being。 As long as it doesn't slip off the reef； it's not going anywhere。〃
〃Isn't there some way to sink it again？〃 Reynard said； glancing nervously from one man to the other。
〃Unseal the hatches or torch a hole in it under the hull；〃 Kip said。 〃But I'm not so sure that's our decision。 There are salvage laws to consider； the thing may belong to Moore。〃
Moore looked at him。 He hadn't thought of that before； but now he realized it was entirely possible。 He had found the thing and； in a sense； excavated it from its vault on the Abyss ledge。 It wasn't something he would ordinarily have tried to claim as a salvage； few submarines were worth much except as historical relics。 But； still； one in such good shape； and on the surface。。。 it was something worth thinking about。
〃And；〃 Kip continued； 〃that's an old boat。 No identification markings； but I'd say quite a few naval historians and museums would be interested。 So I wouldn't be in such a hurry to put it back under again。 David； if you like I'll fill out a witness form for you。 I doubt if there's anything aboard that's not crumbling； but at least you might get a nice bronze plaque in a maritime museum。。。〃
〃I want it off my reef；〃 the mayor said brusquely。 〃I don't like it being so close to the harbor。 What if something exploded？〃
〃I say we don't do anything until we think over the possibilities；〃 the constable said firmly。 〃I don't know a lot about submarines and nothing about explosives； but moving it could be worse than letting it stay as it is。〃
Reynard took a handkerchief from a back pocket and dabbed at his glistening cheeks and forehead。 〃I wish to God that thing had never e up！ It should be rotting like a thousand other sunken ships out there； not hanging on Kiss Bottom like a black leech！ God knows I've never seen anything like it before！〃
〃Do you have any idea what boat it might have been？〃 Moore asked him。
〃I didn't e here until after the war；〃 the mayor said defensively。 〃I'm not certain what lies in the Abyss； probably all manner of trash。 But that thing。。。 I don't know。〃
〃The fishermen may be able to tell us something；〃 Kip said。 〃In the meantime； David； let's get started on the salvage claim。 We'll go from there。〃
As the constable and Moore started down the wharf Reynard called after them； 〃Just remember； both of you。 The boat is as much your responsibility as mine。 I hold you both accountable。〃
〃Understood；〃 Kip said。
The two men left the wharf； moving through the crowd that had streamed down from the village to gawk。 They climbed into the constable's old rust…eaten jeep； which was parked beneath a group of high palms。 Kip started the engine and drove along Front Street； through the tangle of fisherman's clapboard dwellings to the intersection of High Street； which would carry them directly to the heart of the village。 They passed a cluster of bars； a few small stores； and drove on toward the Square； where the constable maintained his office。
A thin； hard…eyed black in dungarees watched the constable's jeep as it passed along High Street。 Then he turned his attention back to the harbor and the object he'd seen driven upon the reef by the currents。 Dam' my eyes if that ain't it； he said to himself。 He lifted the burning stub of a hand…rolled cigarette to his lips and when he did the fingers trembled。 That got to be it； got to be。 But thass so long ago。。。thirty…five； forty year。。。and now this bastard e up from the Abyss。 It ain't right。 Ain't no sense to be made from it。 But I see it and by God I know thass it。 He flicked the cigarette stub to the ground and stepped on it； then began walking quickly down High Street； past the bars； past the men who sat on porch stoops watching him； past the few easy ladies hanging around trying to coax money。 Ordinarily he would have been inclined； especially when he saw that slender high yellow who'd e in from Old Man's Cay a few days before； stopping to make money enough to get to Trinidad。 But there was no time now。
He walked around to Front Street； past islanders who milled around the wharfs gaping and talking about the boat； he saw the looks in the eyes of a few of the older fishermen； and he saw they knew and did not wish to know just as he did not。 He left the wharfs behind； moving by the fishermen's shanties； kicking at a black dog that came at him fiercely from underneath a house with the paint peeling off。 Beyond the village； where the green jungle grew up wild and thick and the birds screeched from perches high in gnarled red bottlebrush trees； and where Front Street turned into a rutted sand path。 He continued on； deeper into jungle； hearing the sharp； plaintive cries of the birds。 When he came around a thicket of thornbushes he saw the church just ahead。
It was a small squat white structure with a high； pointed steeple。 Front Street ended here。 Beyond the church was a cemetery bordered by an ill…kempt picket fence and a chicken coop off to one side。 The jungle was creeping in； grasping wood…plank grave markers with long green and brown vine fingers。 Painted across the sides and front of the church itself were drawings： faces； numbers in circles； and names： Erzuli； Zoka； Legba。 The paint； black and red； had streamed down in thick rivulets； staining the ground。 There were two shuttered windows； both closed。
The black man approached the church door； took hold of the unornamented metal knocker； and rapped sharply on the wood。
Silence。
He put his ear to the door； then rapped again。
〃It Thomas Lacey； rev'rend！〃 he said after another moment。
There was a long pause； the silence unbroken but for the birds and the breeze sweeping through foliage。 Then the noise of a bolt sliding back。 The door was pulled open。 A face…gray goatee； eyes saucer…shaped behind thick wire…rimmed glasses； prominent cheekbones； and jutting chin…appeared in the opening。 The eyes moved； slowly； taking the other man in； and then the reverend said in a thick French accent； 〃Enter。〃
Thomas stepped into a bare…floored room with a few long wooden pews。 There was an altar at the center and a podium off to one side。 He could smell sawdust； dampness； and age within the church； the odor of incense which was almost overpowered by the reek of tobacco。 When the reverend shut the door the room was dark save for the light that squeezed through broken places in the window shutters； casting dim shadows about the walls。 The reverend slid the bolt home and turned to face the other man。 〃What is it you wish？〃
〃It what e up out of the sea；〃 Thomas said in a voice that was almost a whisper； the whispering echoing around the walls； moving like smoke in a box。 〃It what been thrown up on Kiss Bottom。〃
The reverend's eyes； dark marbles floating in yellowed whites； narrowed a fraction。 His tall； almost frail body bent anxiously toward Lacey。 〃What are you saying？ I don't have time for you。〃
〃The white mon； Moore； he go divin' into the deep water today；〃 Thomas said； trying to speak slowly。 〃It was him brought it up； it was him raised it。 You say it was gone。 But right now that thing； that thing be across the reef。。。〃
〃Ma foi！〃 The reverend was motionless； most of his face in shadow； only the lips moving。
〃The boat！〃 Thomas said； a droplet of spittle catching in the corner of his mouth。 〃It e up from the deep water。。。〃
〃No；〃 the reverend said； very softly。
〃I seen it with my own eyes。 I seen it there！〃
〃No。〃 The voice was still soft； but a manding note had crept into it； and Thomas Lacey stood looking at him fearfully。
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