Chapter 11

The yacht docked just as Rai finished the last of her coffee.

“Ready?” asked Z.

Rai took his offered hand and her white cane. He led her to a door. The moment it opened, they were greeted with a warm breeze and the heat of the sun. She looked up at the sky. “Must be a beautiful day.”

“Absolutely perfect,” said Z. “Not a cloud in the sky.”

Derrick accompanied them to the dock, then slipped a set of keys to Z. “Your car awaits you in parking lot A, sir.”

“Thank you Derrick.” Z gripped Rai’s hand tighter as they ascended the dock. “I thought you might like to do a bit of shopping before we head out.”

“I don’t really need anything,” she said.

“Most of what they sell here is not purchased out of need, Rai. Everything is handmade by the locals. They are more like treasures than needs.”

Rai frowned, wondering what types of trinkets she would find. She really was not one for jewelry or dust collectors. Perhaps she could buy something for Anna?

“There are three other cruise lines in po