Why don't I sail home with Cindy, while you drive there with Robin. We'll meet up there as soon as possible. Robin will show you the way and open my g...arage for you to park inside.”“OK. Let's go.”Robin and I put on our few clothes, then Richard rowed us ashore in his tiny dingy. He then started back to his yacht while we headed up the hill behind the beach to my car.In the car Robin was enthusiastic. “Ron. I'm so glad that you and Cindy are going to spend time with us. I think that you are. During lunch, I brought up what I had learned, and what we needed to do.“We are going to need to visit Stone Mountain,” was how I began.“Is that wise, given what the Guardian said about Kreuzfeur being upset with us?” Ken asked.“I’m afraid that it is necessary. That is the only source that we know of to learn about Dragon history and culture. Also, it may be a place where he would avoid doing something against us, if it was as important as the Guardian has led us to believe,” I told him, before. “Going ashore, Amélie?”Amélie looked up at Gérard.“When?”“Tomorrow morning. Captain Beauchamp says he’s going to put in at Little Tortuga harbor for fresh water and supplies. Fresh hardtack, too, and salted beef.”“Yes. Will Antoine come?”“I couldn’t keep him away.”Amélie smiled. She had plans, and they involved copious amounts of spending by her two lovers. She hoped Antoine and Gérard were up to the job.They tied up shortly after dawn, and Amélie and her two men were on horses headed out of. ’ ‘Why should I care? I’m still getting a divorce,’ she said with no apparent concern. ‘Well, I thought you might want to preserve your dignity and what’s left of your reputation. That might be a more important consideration when you read and look at this,’ he continued calmly, as he produced a large manila envelope from his briefcase. Marion took the envelope and opened it. She spilled the contents onto the coffee table in front of her. There were a number of typed pages, several photographs.