The Molokai Princess was moored farther down, but there was plenty of room for the ROK private yacht. This part of the island looked quite different from the other side. By all definitions, it was a desert. The mountains made their own rain, but little of it reached the port unless a large storm passed through the area.As a treat to his passenger and crew, the captain had approached Molokai from the north and navigated around the island’s west side. The sea cliffs of Molokai were among the most spectacular on earth. The delay had been minimal, and the captain planned to make up the lost time on the final leg. A sightseeing helicopter had buzzed his ship, but he wasn’t concerned; it happened all the time in Hawaiian waters.Depending on its size, the refueling truck might need to make multiple trips to deliver twenty-five thousand gallons of diesel, and it could take hours to make the transfer. Refueling at Honolulu would’ve been faster and easier, but also more visible. He supposed a huge purchase like this could raise suspicion, but luxury yachts weren’t unheard of in the waters of Molokai.
