Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers, edits The Marine Quarterly, and is perpetually patching up a 30ft ketch: samllewellyn.com
Just after lunch, in one of those Mediterranean ports where the sun bounces off the concrete and the prudent option is to sit in the shade and watch the world go by, it happened. The world, in this case, being the small-boat fishlanding division of a gigantic marina. Across the water came the clank of a diesel
