shipwreck that hadnât been the work of nature but human greed. It had happened twenty years ago.
He was only a first mate in those days. On the
Cygnus
, an oil tanker sailing under a Liberian flag. The international embargo was still in force against South Africa, and the country was desperately short of oil. The
Cygnus
, full to bursting with Iranian crude, had unloaded its cargo at Port Elizabeth during the night. Then theyâd filled their tanks with water and had set off again, via the Cape of Good Hope. There, theyâd waited for a wind, a swell, the slightest hint of a storm.
On the sixth day, they got what the captain wanted. The ship was rolling six degrees. Not much for a ship like that. The
Cygnus
was an oceangoing vessel, built to withstand bad weather. The captain ordered them to sail with the hatches open, then, at daybreak, to open the floodgates. The crew members were told to pack their bags. Distress signals were sent off. The lifeboats were lowered, and they all got into them.
The
Cygnus
sank majestically. Almost reluctantly. âA pity.â That was the only comment the captain allowed himself. They didnât drift for long. Three ships were heading in their direction. They hadnât even waited for the SOS. The exact position of the
Cygnus
had been communicated to them hour by hour. All three were sailing under Liberian flags. On behalf of the Tex Oil fleet, as Abdul had learned later. They were picked up as heroes. Apart from the shipâs boy, a twenty-year-old named Lucio. It was his first voyage. He had panicked and ended up in the water. The winds had pushed the lifeboats in the opposite direction, and no one could save him.
It was the insurance company that had put the ball in Abdulâs court. All he had to do was back up the captainâs testimony about the shipwreck. He would get a big bonus, and promotion. There were also bonuses for the rest of the crew. For someâhe discovered laterâit was the third ship theyâd been on that had sunk.
âIf I refused, Iâd be outlawed by the merchant-navy community worldwide. Everyone seemed to know that kind of thing went on.â
âBut how did you explain that there was no oil slick, nothing?â
âIt didnât matter. The insurance company was in on the scam. No one would have listened to me. And Iâll tell you something, Diamantis, the insurance didnât just pay for the boat, but also the whole of the cargo of Iranian crude!â
âSo you signed?â Diamantis asked, but not in any nasty way.
âI threw up, then I signed, then I threw up again. I threw up every day, for more than a month. Every evening, Iâd feel nauseous.â
He looked at Diamantis in despair. He was still sickened by this business, even now.
âThe bonus helped Cephea and me to settle in Dakar. Quite comfortably, too. Iâd have had to work ten years to get to that point. And you know how hard it is to save money.â
âAnd you became a captain.â
âYes, I became a captain. Under the same flag, for the same fleet, Tex Oil. Then, as soon as I could, I quit.â
Diamantis recalled that the first time he had sailed under Abdulâs command, one of the crewâthe chief engineerâhad said to him, âHeâs a good captain. Heâs very experienced at maneuvers. He treats the crew well, and he doesnât wet his pants when he has to deal with the owner.â Since that fake shipwreck, he had learned to stand up for himself. He wasnât the kind of person whoâd agree to sink a boat now. Heâd never abandon ship. If necessary, heâd stay on it and rot, the way he was doing now in Marseilles.
âIâll tell you something else, Diamantis, nothing Iâve done since has wiped out the shame of it. The dirty money I pocketed, my promotion, all that. There comes a time when you have to pay for the bad things youâve done in your
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