Hemingway

HemingwayYou could have knocked me over with a sawed-off shotgun when we got up on deck. Some change. The decks had all been swabbed. Not a sign of the carnage that had sent me below. They had even ditched that blood-soaked raft. It was gone with the sharks it had lured to their deaths.And the captain had even changed the set. We were anchored in the most beautiful little cove you ever saw, in the lee of a tiny atoll like you read about in the South Pacific. And "pacific" was the right...