“Let’s get going to Tai Hang, then.” Lee pulled up the anchor, the first step in the journey home, but as he did so, there was a ruckus in the harbour. The launch boat with the drunken captain had returned. It veered into the bay at an outrageous speed, on a motor too powerful for an idiot like that to be operating. It swooped in on a little Tanka craft, cutting close at an impossibly tight angle, almost on its side. The Tanka craft went over, tipping an old granny into the sea, along with her small granddaughter. A second later, the British boat went over too, dumping the captain and his half-dozen young, drunk friends.

Lee rolled his eyes. “What a bunch of morons.” He yanked the cord to start the motor. Turned the little craft in the direction of the incident.

Cheung shot him a surprised look. “Going to help those devils?”

“Going to help Granny Tang and her granddaughter. And then, yes, going to help those silly devils too. They’re dead ghost crazy but they’re still human. The Lord says, ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’”

Cheung laughed. “Do what unto others? Even when you are that drunk, you would never try to mow down another boat just for the fun of it.”

Granny Tang floated on her back in the water, holding her granddaughter, who wailed as the though the world had ended. While Lee motored in as close as he dared, Ting-Yan threw down lifesavers to them. Granny got the girl to hold on to one and grabbed the other. Ting-Yan and Tak-Tam jumped into the water and pulled them to the starboard ladder while Lee held the boat steady.

The British yahoos were in the water too, yelling and blubbing. None of them knew how to swim. Lee tossed buoys to them, while Ting-Yan and Tak-Tam swam around to help.

A few of the other boats from the area rowed toward the accident scene, shouting and calling to others. By the time they arrived, Cheung and Lee had already got Granny Tang and her granddaughter on board, as well as all six of the British pleasure boaters.

Granny berated the British, mostly in her own Tanka dialect, but with bits of English thrown in. “Stupid eggs … my whole life on that boat … you don’t respect the people here …” The little girl wouldn’t stop crying. A woman from the British launch boat apologized. “We’re sorry. It was really stupid. Selby was so drunk. We were trying to get him to stop. He can be such a lout …” Everybody was shivering. Because of the soaking that Lee’s boat had received earlier, there were no dry blankets or towels for anyone until more of the boats from the area arrived. But eventually they did.