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More was against me than the wind。 At first I had kept watch across the waters as the lights of Istanbul receded into a distant blur： it seemed inevitable that the Turkish navy would e roaring out to seize me； and I had made up my mind to sell my life at the highest possible cost。 But then the pitching began to get me。 In danger of going overboard as I vomited at the rail； I was pushed by the captain into the mate's cabin and given a bucket： the captain said he did not want to lose the balance of the payment。
At first I was so sick that I was afraid I was going to die。 Then I became so much sicker that I was afraid I wouldn't。
Gradually； between retches； I began to ponder； as a man will； how I had gotten into this。 Was there not some other way of life which would avoid wildly running spacecraft and madly pitching fish boats？ Was it not possible that some sedentary vocation existed which steered wide of these things？ I was simply not constitutionally adjusted to this lifestyle。
Hour by tortured hour I began to sort it out to certainty。 A dented； rusty bucket in which fish scales were sloshing around with vomit makes a remarkably good crystal ball。 One can see quite clearly that much future of this kind was definitely hazardous to one's future health。
So I began to wonder what had placed me in such a state。 The threads of Fate； somewhere in the past； must have begun to weave this horrible lot。
As the gray day wore on and the gray wind whipped gray whitecaps out of the gray； polluted sea； the grayness of my mood condensed upon and added to a pure black certainty。
HELLER！ If he had not undertaken the original survey of this planet； I would not be here。 I would not be in this terrible plight…pursued by demon women； blown upon by malign and sneering winds； rocked and jolted about until my stomach no longer added anything to the bucket but noise。
HELLER！ If it were not for his sense of duty as a bat engineer； the Widow Tayl would never have e back into my life。 Nurse Bildirjin would not be now posing the menace of shotgun charges and marriage。
HELLER！ If he had never appeared upon the scene； that fatal call from Lombar； so long ago； would not have interrupted my hunting trip and right now； instead of watching anxiously for blood to spew into the bucket； I would be pleasantly shooting songbirds to my heart's delight in the Blike Mountains of Voltar。
HELLER！ He had turned them all against me： Meeley； Ske； Bawteh； Faht Bey。 He had plotted； plotted； plotted to get me into trouble。 Prahd； Krak； Ahmed； Ters and all this Hellish crew of screaming demons would not be haunting me and sneering at me and standing with the Prophet in the clouds egging the women on to stone me to death。
HELLER！ Oh； how very clearly I understood at last that it was all his fault！
HELLER！ I vowed a holy vow upon the bail of the fish bucket that if it took the rest of my life； short though it might be； I would wreak vengeance upon him for all the suffering he was inflicting upon me with such sadistic glee。
When it became totally clear to me what had gone wrong with my life； I knew exactly what I must do。
I must go to New York。 Regardless of any personal danger； regardless of any travail； I must end Heller once and for all。 For the good of the Confederacy； for the good of Earth； for the good of all life everywhere； I must handle this menace to all the universe： HELLER！
Having e to that firm and dedicated conclusion； I felt easier。
It was a sign of Fate that at that moment the captain came in and told me we had arrived。
It totally confirmed my conclusion。 The ship had ceased to pitch and I was no longer ill。 It shows one what a pletely right answer can do！
Chapter 2
We lay in the lee of the land。 The black mass of a hill loomed in the luminescent dark of midnight。 By a thin； cold sliver of a moon； a thin line of whitish beach showed about a mile away。
〃Greece；〃 the huge captain said； pointing。 〃When you pay； we put you ashore。〃
I knew what I had to do。 Cover my trail。
I went into the cabin。 I boosted my grip up on the bunk。 Covering what I was doing by turning my back to the door； I got out a very flat stungun。 I strapped my grip back up。
Using a dirty pillowcase； I stuffed in the Turkish lira。 I put the stungun in the impromptu bag。
Turning to the door； I saw that the captain was still at the rail outside。
〃I will pay you；〃 I said； 〃when you have a boat in the water and have given orders for me to be rowed to the beach。 Then you can have this。〃 I hefted the pillowcase of money and then； with a handful； showed him what it contained。
The fool barked his orders。 A rubber inflatable with an outboard was put over the side。 Two crewmen got into it。
I beckoned the captain into the cabin。 This captain and crew knew what I looked like。 They would probably call the nearest Greek police。 Even if there was no extradition treaty for adultery between Greece and Turkey； I could take no chances。 This captain and crew might tell the women when they came to question them。 I had to cover my trail。 Besides； there was no use in throwing away money that could be converted back to dollars。
I edged around to the door so that I was closer to it than the captain。 I closed it behind me as I held out the sack。
〃There is something extra in it；〃 I said。 I reached in as though to take it out and show him。
He smiled broadly。
My hand closed around the stungun butt。
I shot him through the pillowcase。
The dull thud of the stungun was followed by the slap of the charge and then by the clatter as he fell into the bunk； knocked out。
My hands expertly went through his pockets。 I found the thirty thousand under his belt。 I put it back where it belonged： under mine。
I emptied the pillowcase and stuffed the rest of the money into the inside pockets of my cloak。
I set a half…hour delay on the plunger of a time bomb； put it under the mattress and pushed the thumb plate。
I picked up my grip。 There was nothing here that I wanted now。 I certainly did not want that awful fish bucket！
Stepping on deck； I closed the door behind me。
Two crewmen were in the inflatable。 Others were standing at the rail。 I went over to them。
I said； 〃He's counting the money。 You men probably won't see much of it； and I so appreciate your trip that here's a gift。〃
I tossed a handful of lira into the group。
Madly they batted at the floating bills； trying to get them down。
The stungun was on broad beam。 I fired rapidly。
They fell。
The two men in the boat tried to spring up。 I shot them。 They fell into the water。
From the deck； I picked up the bills I had thrown and put them under my belt。
I put my suitcase in the inflatable。 I stepped down into it。 I cast it off。
The outboard motor was some kind of a Balkan edy of levers and corroded bars。 I tried to start it。 I pulled the cord and pulled the cord and pulled the cord again。 Nothing happened！ It would not even cough！
The inflatable was drifting away from the dark bulk of the ship。
Suddenly there was a bustle aboard。
The engineers！ I had forgotten there would be engineers below！
Swearing； Turkish and lurid； came from the ship。
Silhouetted in the moonlight； I saw a man with a rifle at the rail！
A bullet knifed a phosphorescent path in the water to my right。 The explosion of the fired gun buffeted me。
I drew the stungun。 I shot。 It was on broad beam。 It would not reach that range！
Another shot from the ship！
No phosphorescent path！
A sigh of escaping air！
The inflatable had been hit！
I threw the stungun lever to narrow beam。 I aimed。
The rifle went off again！
I fired。
The man on the deck dropped。
Another one was trying to grab the rifle。
I aimed and fired again！
The other one dropped。
The inflatable was sinking！
I looked wildly for a paddle。 None！
Hastily； I flung myself down in the bow of the collapsing craft。 I dog…paddled in th