‘Yeah. He has a yacht in the Caribbean, and I used to be the skipper. He only ever used it a few times a year, so for the rest of the time, I lived on the yacht and took care of it. And when he was heading down, I’d have some lead time to hire a crew and stock it with everything we needed – you know.’

‘So, essentially, you lived on a rich guy’s boat and then a few times a year you had to work?’ asked Hannah, incredulous.

‘Pretty much, yeah.’ The rest of us exchanged looks – the lucky bugger.

‘What kind of a yacht are we talking? Like this one?’

Duncan snorted. ‘Sorry. I don’t mean to come off like a dick, but no, not like this one. It was a twenty-metre boat – not a sailboat – one of those boats with a living room and a full kitchen and five bedrooms – that kind of boat.’

Six pairs of eyes were glued to Duncan and no one spoke for a moment. Gary broke the silence with: ‘Well, what in the hell are you doing here with us, if you could be there skippering that boat?’ It was a good question.

‘Again, I don’t want to seem like a dick, but even though it sounds like a good gig—’

‘Ya think?’ interjected Josh.

Duncan nodded modestly. ‘Well, it was, yes, but it was also rather limiting. I mean, I didn’t actually get to sail much – little day trips once in a while. When the boss wasn’t there with his guests, it was moored. And, yeah, it was in a good spot, but after a couple of years, the gig got old, you know?’

I can’t say that I do, Duncan. It sounded brilliant to me, but you don’t really know what that kind of job is like until you’ve lived it. I’d been paid to travel around Europe in my twenties, but it was hard work and it wore me down after only two years. And as much as I loved sailing around the Cyclades Islands, I don’t know how much I would love it if I had to do it for a few months at a time.

Duncan seemed embarrassed by the attention – even Gerry was looking at him with newfound awe – so I threw him a lifeline. ‘So, you said this guy is meeting us for dinner?’

‘Yeah. I know a place here in the main part of town where we can get great spit-roasted meat. He’s going to meet us there and then after dinner, we thought we could go to a bar and have some drinks.’

‘Sounds good!’ I said, and other voices chimed in agreement. ‘What time are we meeting him?’