In sight of Willemstad, Curaçao

They'd made good time to Willemstad, Curaçao, and Leo was pissed.

He was pissed at the wind, which had been strong and steady the whole way across the open water. He was pissed at the boat, for being so inconveniently fast. He was pissed at a lot of things, really, and none of his complaints were logical. These last few days of sailing across the Caribbean with Xavier and Ruby had gone by too fast.

It didn't help that ...