"Just now, their fishing boat made individual contact with several other boats and then transferred some items over. The items on this rubber dinghy... were moved down from the boat..."
"No worries, it's not dangerous goods." Sean Knight stroked his chin and said, "Interesting."
"Hello, my name is Ben, I would like to trade with you..."
The captain, who was holding the white flag, voluntarily stopped more than twenty meters away from the yacht. He had seen someone on the yacht cocking a firearm and feared that if he moved any closer, they would open fire.
"Trade?" Lincoln Harrington was a bit startled.
Sean Knight smiled and said,
"Let him come over."
Lincoln Harrington shouted to Ben, whose English wasn't quite standard:
"Come over here. Play it straight—no tricks!"
Thrilled by the invitation, Ben eagerly instructed his subordinates to row the rubber dinghy closer to the yacht.
The team members on the yacht still had their guns trained on him.
