Drifting.....

The small tugboat bobbed on the ocean housing the occupants that would see the ship to shore.   Dark raincoats and water boots prevented them from getting the frigged salt spray in their face and on toes but in the light of the single lantern on the cold and moonless night it likely wasn't enough.  

"We got everything?" one called over the lapping of the waves and roar of the Engine that was louder than he wanted to admit.  

"Ya we're good.." the other drawled out "At least what we could salvage from the fucking coast guard pigs.  Thank God for the hollow floor." he shook his head "You would think Elk Point was a fucking Police state the way they patrol this coastline.  Hard to believe we are still in Maryland."  

"Well, at least we can dock in the Fisher's Hallow harbor or the Kingpin would have our necks as a Maidens head for the next boat." the other one called over the roar.  

Silence came all at once as the engines were cut, the small boat drifting closer to the harbor filled with shipping containers.  Of the two sister Islands Fisher's Hallow had once been the most prosperous.  It was still clear in the out-line of the now graffiti coated buildings, but those days were long gone.  Now Elk Point known for it's tourism and wealthy vacationers brought in people to it's clean beaches and upscale boutiques.  It also it seemed had a reputation to keep.  Despite the short ferry ride between them, the two places couldn't have been more different.  

With the engines cut they waited in the silence for what seemed forever, hardly daring to speak for fear that the boats that had patrolled so close to the Elk Point Harbor would find them here again, but finally from the edge of the shoreline three flashing lights one after the other indicated it was time.  Carefully, the men brought in the boat. A figure, barely illuminated,  cast in shadow emerging slowly from the dark of the docks.  Even here, surrounded by the evidence of crime they had to work quickly.   

"Next month" the voice in the dark said when the boat was drifting well above the load line that marked it's carrying complicity on the Haul.  The two men only nodded in response wanting nothing more than to be away from this place that in the dark stirred up so many feelings of unease.  That response seemed to satisfy the dark figure on the docks and when cash was exchanged and all lead lines tossed back onto the deck the small boat made it's way back into the open Ocean. It was only then the two seemed to breath easy once more.