Blue Horizon [antikvár]

The three stood at the very edge of the sea and watched the moon laying a pathway of shimmering iridescence across the dark waters. "Full of the moon in two days," Jim Courtney said confidently. "The big reds will be hungry as lions." A wave came sliding up the beach and foamed around his ankles. "Let's get her launched, instead of standing here jabbering," his cousin, Mansur Courtney, suggested. His hair shone like newly minted copper in the moonlight, his smile sparkling as brightly. Lightly he elbowed the black youth who stood beside him, wearing only a white loincloth. "Come on, Zama." They bent to it together. The small craft slid forward reluctantly, and they heaved again, but this time it stuck fast in the wet sand. < "Wait for the next big one," Jim ordered, and they gathered themselves. "Here it comes!" The swell humped up far out, then raced towards them, gathering height. It burst white on the break-line, then creamed in, throwing the bows of the skiff high and making them stagger with its power— they had to cling to the gunwale with the water swirling waist high around them. 'Together now!" Jim yelled, and they threw their combined weight on the boat. "Run with her!" She came unstuck and rode free, and they used the backwash of the