Sherwood says we have to go," neatly placing all the blame on Jillian's shoulders. After a while, accepting the uselessness of his protests, Kates shut up.It was well before dusk when Ben steered the boat into the shelter of a cove. "Storm," he said briefly to Jillian. "This is a good place to tie up, so we might as well spend the night here. There won't be much light left by the time the storm is over."It had rained almost every day they had been in Brazil, so the weather didn't come as a surprise. Jillian had been watching the purple clouds gather on the horizon and march steadily closer. Now that the boat engines were silent, she could hear thunder rumbling.The Brazilians on both boats began unrolling the heavy tarps that were secured to the flat roofs. Neither boat had a closed cabin, just a simple roof over the cargo area, with all four sides left open except for a tiny, crude toilet area. She had noticed the tarps and thought they were meant to provide shade during the late afternoon when the angled sunlight could penetrate beneath the roof, but as the wind began to pick up she saw the real reason for them.
