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Название книги: The Golden Rendezvous
Автор(ы): Alistair MacLean
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Golden-Rendezvous-148237.html
Chapter 1
[Tuesday Noon — 5 p.m.]My shirt was no longer a shirt, but just a limp and sticky rag soaked with sweat. My feet ached from the fierce heat of the steel deck plates. My forehead, under the peaked white cap, ached from the ever-increasing constriction of the leather band that made scalping only a matter of time. My eyes ached from the steely glitter of reflected sunlight from metal, water, and whitewashed harbour buildings. And my throat ached, from pure thirst. I was acutely unhappy. I was unhappy. The crew was unhappy. The passengers were unhappy. Captain Bullen was unhappy and this last made me doubly unhappy, not because of any tenderness of feeling that, I entertained towards the captain, but because when things went wrong with Captain Bullen he invariably took it out of his Chief Officer. I was his Chief Officer. I was bending over the rail, listening to the creak of wire and wood and watching our after jumbo derrick take the strain as it lifted a particularly large crate from the
Название книги: The Golden Rendezvous
Автор(ы): Alistair MacLean
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Golden-Rendezvous-148237.html
Chapter 1
[Tuesday Noon — 5 p.m.]My shirt was no longer a shirt, but just a limp and sticky rag soaked with sweat. My feet ached from the fierce heat of the steel deck plates. My forehead, under the peaked white cap, ached from the ever-increasing constriction of the leather band that made scalping only a matter of time. My eyes ached from the steely glitter of reflected sunlight from metal, water, and whitewashed harbour buildings. And my throat ached, from pure thirst. I was acutely unhappy. I was unhappy. The crew was unhappy. The passengers were unhappy. Captain Bullen was unhappy and this last made me doubly unhappy, not because of any tenderness of feeling that, I entertained towards the captain, but because when things went wrong with Captain Bullen he invariably took it out of his Chief Officer. I was his Chief Officer. I was bending over the rail, listening to the creak of wire and wood and watching our after jumbo derrick take the strain as it lifted a particularly large crate from the
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