going to drink the whole thing, are you?" I asked.
another for me. It was the nectar of the gods. Questions poured out as the men
slowly realized we weren't on our last legs. They brought out a map. The island
was Angel de la Guarda, located more than 80 miles south of Puertocitos. Having
drifted out to sea and back, the Lazy might well have carried us 200 miles. The
channel we'd been entering between the island and the mainland was Salsipuede
(Get out if you can), the most turbulent spot in the Sea of Cortez. The
amphibian had spotted us on its final pass of the day. It had just now reported
arriving at Hermosillo on the Mexican mainland, flying on fumes.
the search been on?" Bill shouted.
We've been lost a week and a half!"
long for the message to get out. There isn't even a telegraph line from
need an ambulance, do they?" the radioman called. "Should I request a
taxi to take them to the hospital?"