On the plane, Araari brings up being incompetently threatened. “Two men stopped me yesterday. From Captain Walker. They wanted me to tell you that continuing on this path is dangerous. —They meant because of them, because they will hurt you if you continue, but I suspect they are not the most dangerous thing we will encounter if we continue.”
The wind carries the smell of spices and tea down from an open window. Someone is plucking idly at a guitar up there.
The boat is anchored a short distance off the northwestern Valletta coast.
Zoe puts in a coin and look at the boat! Possibly at several boats. At minimum she is hoping they will have their name(s) written on the side somewhere visible?? Maybe she will see People on deck.
Zoe peers through the binoculars. What guy??
"I can't see anyone on the boat, it looks totally deserted."
"I definitely thought -- maybe it was a -- uh. Maybe." He is going to try to think how distinct it was to work out if he could've imagined it but now that thought will be stuck with him. "He was pretty big, you know, tall and broad..."
"Huh. Sounds hard to miss... but not like the person only I could see."
Zoe notices the dockworkers and homeless men fishing. "We could ask one of them about whose boats these are and how often they take them out?"
Nod. "Good idea. We can also ask if they know anything about Montgomery Donovan, but should--perhaps save that question for last, in case it is not a good question to ask."
"Excuse me, sir, I couldn't help admiring these boats. Who do they belong to? Do they take them out often? I'd love to get to watch them sail, but I won't be in town long..."
Araari is going to try asking one of the dockworkers! "Hello, do you know whose boats these are?"