“I need some time to think Andre. I did not want to be forced into this decision so quickly.” Connor said.
He watched the Tunisian ship go southwest and knew that he and Andre were alone again. Pondering on the news that the Tunisian ship brought was more perplexing than Connor bargained for. He had not anticipated learning that Maria was spotted with Billy in Tunis on three different occasions. He also did not anticipate that Billy had banned him from the stick fighting tournament in Kyiv for killing another fighter in competition. One thing though was clear and that was that Billy had every intention of introducing Kenshi fighters into the world of western stick fighting. Shuji, along with three other Kenshi fighters were scheduled to compete in the Kyiv tournament. So now Connor was left with a yacht full of money, knowledge that one of his best friends was at the mercy of a tyrannous man, and that he was now considered a threat by the Kenshi. This was the thought that stuck out in Connor’s mind. He needed to figure out how to leverage it and needed more time to think things through.
“Are vee going to just sit here Connor or do you vant to go back to Greece?” Andre asked impatiently.
Connor paused for a minute or two. “We are going as far as the Black Sea and will figure things out from there.”
“Is good decision Connor…I know a good place to go.” Andre said flatly.
“We will need a place where the yacht blends in and where you can get some more information about what’s expected to take place at the tournament…" Connor paused. "...but we can’t go to Kyiv quite yet. It’s not safe yet Andre.”
Andre nodded. “Is good plan to go to Sevastopol and meet vif people on beaches to see vut zhey hear. Is plenty of nice ship from Russia. I sink vee go zhere.”
“That sounds good Andre. Sevastopol on the Crimea it is. Are the engines ready to go?” Connor asked.
“Is all ready Connor.” Andre said.
Connor squared his shoulders and felt focused and balanced. “Let’s go find out what’s next.”