Back in the cabin, he lay on his bunk studying his atlas. He was alone in the cabin - Conrad was still sleeping on deck. The cabin was stuffy and hot, the little air coming in the porthole was warm, tropical and moisture laden. He turned on his bunk to get comfortable when something caught his eye; the lower part of the chest of drawers was about six inches high from the deck and could be a nice hiding place. He jumped from his bunk and pulled out the lower drawer and in the half-light he could see something stashed there. He pulled out a bag tied with a bit of lanyard rope; he examined the knot, as he had heard that some sailors used a particular knot so that if it was opened and not tied the same they knew that someone had tampered with their belongings. It was called a thief knot on the old sailing ships. He undid the knot fully knowing he could replicate the original knot. Inside he found a pair of handcuffs, a small whip, some sex vibrators and an assortment of pornographic books and pictures.
