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“Tell you what, half pint, go ask Umar. If he says yes,
then you can go,” Carey said and Berko raced off toward the village.
“Have you lost your damn mind? A kid has no business on
the boat with us. We’re working and it’s not a place for a damn kid.”
“Umar won’t let him—”
“I go, I go!”
“You were saying?” Jack asked.
“Shit.”
Berko raced down the beach toward them, sand kicking out
behind him. The little bugger was hauling butt.
“You keep up with him, hear me, Carey?”
“Shit. I didn’t think Umar would let him go.”
Berko was running so fast he made a loop around them.
“You thought wrong,” Jack said walking to the boat. “Have
fun babysitting.”
“Shit.”
“That’s bad word, Carey,” Berko informed Carey.
What Carey didn’t say was if a situation ever called for
the word ‘shit’ this was it. How was he going to work and watch this little
ankle biter?
“Sorry. Okay, here’s the deal. You can go and we’ll take
some shots close to the surface. Then you go back on board while I go deeper
down. Berko, I have to get at least one roll of film today.”
