The only exceptional feature was the smoldering volcano in the distance. Anthony identified it as Catemaco, adding that while its vents had smoked, belched, and oozed continuously since 1914, no one believed it would ever actually blow. Catemaco, he said, was like an aging, fangless, junkyard Doberman whose deterrent value depended entirely upon intruders mistaking him for a younger dog. Only after they’d navigated the harbor and started up a murky jungle river called the Uspanapa did Nora fully grasp the incongruity that had marked their recent voyage. Sailing a flat-bottom boat across the Gulf of Mexico was like pressing a rubber band into service as a fan belt or using a fountain pen for an ice pick. Now, at last, the Queen was where she belonged, on waters strange but manageable. “Last night—was that a hallucination?” said Anthony, steering around a bend in the river. Raindrops fell, peppering the pilothouse windows.
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