Twisted Cross

“Just look at all the cargo lying on the dock,” Jacques said. “Even better than the last time we were here.” He handed his scope to Sal. “I’ve decided you and Dumas can do this job. Jean Paul and me will stand watch from the deck.”

“Why do they call this place San Pedro?” Sal said.

“How should I know? It’s your people who named it,” Jacques said. “Listen, if a watchman gives you trouble, distract him from our business.” Jacques laid out the plans. “First, load the new tools and hardware. Then, snatch shiny cargo—anything silver or brass—candlesticks, goblets and such.”

Jacques’ orders reminded Sal of his days in Ciudad de México when he and Blas learned to make candlesticks while Brother David crafted silver goblets. Now, these buccaneers wanted him to steal something he had made with his own hands a few short years ago.

“Pay attention, Spaniard: you send the loot back to us on the tow line, or else. Then wait for our signal,” Jean Paul said.

Their pirate ship anchored out of sight of the port. The plan included using the smaller dinghy to sneak out to the dock, distracting the watchmen, and then, making off with the merchandise.

“When we wave the torch, you’ll know we’ve got the goods. Then you get yourselves out, pronto. You hear me?” Jacques said.