. Well, that's what should have happened. What actually happened was that she blurted out, "Carmine, I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Can you ever ...forgive me?"Now, what was I supposed to do with that? How was I going to handle that? I had forgotten all of that years ago. I went to jail, but that was my decision and had little to do with her actions. Hell, I would have stayed and tried to work everything out if I hadn't lost it and almost killed that Hugo guy. I knew I had given her ample. He next pulled out some lock picking tool from his coat, which was the signal for me to ring 999 from the telephone kiosk at the park entrance. The local paper had been full of the new crime reduction initiative being mounted by the neighbourhood Plod. Extra police had been drafted into the borough, and quick response cars stood ready to investigate any suspected burglary in progress.Fair play to the local gendarmerie, it was no more than ten minutes after me reporting an attempted break-in at. Back in those days the police used to do the prosecuting; if you didn't push things, they tended to let things go.I stayed well away from Jean from then on. I told my friends that she was just too much trouble and that I was back playing the field again. In the weeks that followed I didn't get that much in the way of action though. Playing the bloody hero had got me too well known locally.So for the next few months, I just kind of hung around, playing Gooseberry on my friends and spoiling their. It had been their cousins who had come to his aid in refitting new engines on the Lady. They had on several occasions repaired the lady when he had thought they couldn’t. He had also learned that if he had someone help them, anyone, they were more in the twin’s way than helpful. If they needed help they would ask for it. He appreciated that about the pair.In the captain’s cabin, he soon found what he was looking for. The captain’s log was sitting in a place of prominence on the shelf over the.