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n't speak at all。 And if something untoward happens at customs; react as you would naturally。〃
 〃Naturally?〃 McFarlane shook his head。 〃My natural instinct would be to run like hell。〃 He paused。 〃How about the captain? You think she's up to this?〃
 〃As you may have noticed; she's not your typical sea captain。〃
 The launch cut through the chop; the carefully detuned diesels hammering violently from below。 The door to the cabin thumped open and Britton approached them; wearing old jeans; a pea jacket; and a battered cap with gold captain's bars。 Binoculars swung from her neck。 It was the first time McFarlane had seen her out of a crisp naval uniform; and the change was both refreshing and alluring。
 〃May I pliment you on your outfit?〃 Glinn said。 McFarlane glanced at him in surprise; he did not remember ever hearing Glinn praise anybody before。
 The captain flashed Glinn a smile in return。 〃You may not。 I loathe it。〃
 As the boat rounded the northern end of Isla Navarino; a dark shape appeared in the distance。 McFarlane could see it was an enormous iron ship。
 〃God;〃 said McFarlane。 〃Look at the size of that。 We'll have to give it a wide berth; or its wake will sink us。〃 Britton raised her binoculars。 After a long look; she lowered them again; more slowly。 〃I don't think so;〃 she replied。 〃She's not going anywhere fast。〃
 Despite the fact that the ship's bow was toward them; it seemed to take an eternity to draw nearer。 The twin masts; gaunt and spidery; listed slightly to one side。 Then McFarlane understood: the ship was a wreck; lodged on a reef in the very middle of the channel。
 Glinn took the binoculars Britton offered。 〃It's the Capitan Praxos;〃 he said。 〃A cargo vessel; by the looks of it。 Must have been driven on a shoal。〃
 〃It's hard to believe a ship that size could be wrecked in these protected waters;〃 said McFarlane。
 〃This sound is only protected during northeasterly winds; like we have today;〃 said Britton; her voice cold。 〃When they shift to the west; they'd turn this place into a wind tunnel。 Perhaps the ship had engine trouble at the time。〃
 They fell silent as the hulk drew nearer。 Despite the brilliant clarity of the morning sun; the ship remained oddly out of focus; as if surrounded in its own cloak of mist。 The vessel was coated; stern to stern; in a fur of rust and decay。 Its iron towers were broken; one hanging off the side and caught among heavy chains; the other lying in a tangle on the deck。 No birds perched on its rotting superstructure。 Even the waves seemed to avoid its scabrous sides。 It was spectral; surreal: a cadaverous sentinel; giving mute warning to all who passed。
 〃Somebody ought to speak to Puerto Williams Chamber of merce about that;〃 McFarlane said。 The joke was greeted without laughter。 A chill seemed to have fallen on the group。
 The pilot throttled up; as if eager to be past the wreck; and they turned into the Beagle Channel。 Here; knife…edged mountains rose from the water; dark and forbidding; snowfields and glaciers winking in their folds。 The boat was buffeted by a gust of wind; and McFarlane pulled his parka tighter around him。
 〃To the right is Argentina;〃 Glinn said。 〃To the left; Chile。〃
 〃And I'm heading inside;〃 said Britton; turning toward the pilothouse。
 
 An hour later; Puerto Williams rose out of the gray light off the port bow: a collection of shabby wooden buildings; yellow with red roofs; nestled in a bowl between hills。 Behind it rose a range of hyperborean mountains; white and sharp as teeth。 At the foot of the town stood a row of decaying piers。 Wooden draggers and single…masted gaff sloops with tarred hulls were moored in the harbor。 Nearby; McFarlane could see the Barrio de los Indios: a crooked assortment of planked houses and damp huts; tendrils of smoke rising from makeshift chimneys。 Beyond them lay the naval station itself; a forlorn row of corrugated metal buildings。 What looked like two naval tenders and an old destroyer were moored nearby。
 Within the space of a few minutes; it seemed; the bright morning sky had darkened。 As the launch pulled up to one of the wooden piers; a smell of rotting fish; shot through with odors of sewage and seaweed; washed over them。 Several men appeared from nearby huts and came shambling down gangplanks。 Shouting and gesturing; they tried to entice the launch to land at any of half a dozen places; each holding up a hawser or pointing at a cleat。 The boat slid into the dock and a loud argument ensued between the two nearest men; quieted only when Glinn passed out cigarettes。
 The three climbed out on the slippery dock and looked up at the dismal town。 Stray flakes of snow dusted the shoulders of McFarlane's parka。
 〃Where is the office of customs?〃 Glinn asked one of the men in Spanish。
 〃I will take you there;〃 said three simultaneously。 Now women were arriving; crowding around with plastic buckets full of sea urchins; mussels; and congrio colorado; jostling one another aside and shoving the ripe shellfish into their faces。
 〃Sea urchin;〃 said one woman in broken English。 She had the wizened face of a septuagenarian and sported a single; remarkably white tooth。 〃Very good for man。 Make hard。 Muy fuerte。〃 She gestured with a stiff upraised arm to indicate its results; while the men roared with laughter。
 〃No gracias senora;〃 Glinn said; shoving his way through the crowd to follow his self…appointed guides。
 The men led the way up the pier and along the waterfront in the direction of the naval station。 Here; beside another pier only slightly less shabby; they stopped at a low planked building。 Light streamed from its sole window into the darkening air; and the fragrant smoke of a wood fire billowed from a tin pipe in the far wall。 A faded Chilean flag hung beside the door。
 Glinn tipped their guides and pushed open the door; Britton following behind him。 McFarlane came last。 He took a deep breath of the ripe; chill air; reminding himself it was very unlikely anyone here would recognize him from the Atacama business。
 The inside was what he expected: the scarred table; the potbellied stove; the dark…eyed official。 Walking voluntarily into a Chilean government office … even one as remote and provincial as this … made him nervous。 His eyes strayed involuntarily to the tattered…looking sheaf of wanted posters hanging from a wall by a rusted metal clamp。 Cool it; he told himself。
 The customs official had carefully slicked…back hair and an immaculate uniform。 He smiled at them; revealing an expanse of gold teeth。 〃Please;〃 he said in Spanish。 〃Sit down。〃 He had a soft; effeminate voice。 The man radiated a kind well…being that seemed extravagantly out of place in such a forlorn outpost。
 From a back room of the customs office; voices that had been raised in argument were suddenly hushed。 McFarlane waited for Glinn and Britton to sit down; then followed their lead; lowering himself gingerly into a scuffed wooden chair。 The potbellied stove crackled; giving off a wonderful glow of heat。
 〃Por favor;〃 the official said; pushing a cedar box full of cigarettes at them。 Everyone declined except Glinn; who took two。 He stuck one between his lips and popped the other into his pocket。 〃Mas tarde;〃 he said with a grin。
 The man leaned across the table and lit Glinn's cigarette with a gold lighter。 Glinn took a deep drag on the unfiltered cigarette; then leaned over to spit a small piece of tobacco off his tongue。 McFarlane glanced from him to Britton。
 〃Wele to Chile;〃 the official said in English; turning the lighter over in his delicate hands before slipping it back in his jacket pocket。 Then he switched back to Spanish。 〃You are from the American mining ship Rolvaag; of course?〃
 〃Yes;〃 said Britton; also in Spanish。 With seeming carelessness; she slipped some papers and a wad of passports out of a battered leather portfolio。
 〃Looking for iron?〃 the man asked with a smile。
 Glinn nodded。
 〃And you expect to find this iron on Isla Desolacion?〃 His smile held a touch of cynicism; McFarlane thought。 Or was it suspicion?
 〃Of course;〃 Glinn answered quickly; after stifling a wet cough。 〃We are equipped with all the latest mining equipment and a fine ore carrier。 This is a highly

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